The joy of a cold winter walk on the beach

I’m working on a few projects, but there isn’t always time to write. I will be back in Ottawa on Monday and return to a more structured schedule. So for this weekend, I want to share this photo I took on the beach of this island that I described this summer in one of my newsletters as the place in the world where I feel most at home.

As you know, I have century-old connections to this island, so my love for its beauty may be a bit biased. However, quite a few readers decided to travel from abroad to see the island. I got the impression that they enjoyed its nature, wide beaches, wildlife, and the many cozy villages that seem to represent a postcard image of the Netherlands (full disclosure: I walk on my wooden shoes around the house, just like most of my neighbors).

Each time I come back, one of the first things is to go to the beach. And when leaving, it is the same; it’s a bit of a ritual of saying goodbye, and making sure the sea is still there. This photo was the last one I took this time. It was cold, windy, and just before sunset. And I was in the excellent company of a friend, nature lover, and environmentalist. While walking on the beach, we talked about anything from seashells on the beach to the future of nuclear energy. Did I tell you I love this place?

Have a good week; I will be back soon.

---

Start your day with The Planet: take a subscription.

---

The back page:

One more, a bit earlier during the same walk.