A week before Christmas we rode our bikes down to an access to the North end of the lake we live on. From late fall through the spring, the water level is down, exposing an expansive sandy beach. It was a cold day with a biting wind. The puddles and water’s edge were frozen. People here call it ‘Africa’ but the blowing sand and grey water reminded Maarten and I of the wintery North Sea (the mountains in the background … not so much). Later there will be cross-country skiing there, ice skating if we’re lucky, and then ‘beach’ days in the Spring, North Sea style.
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