Month: August 2017

Lauwersmeer

In the northern NL now, after some trials and tribulations. Yesterday, we met with our friends, Peter and Inneke, who also have a Finesse. And they really did bring it here from the UK themselves. We sailed across the Lauwersmeer…

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Brief encounter

About a week ago, we were moored on a narrow, shallow and just about deserted stretch of canal – stuck because we’d got after the bridge operator had gone home for tea. We rather like being in quiet places. This…

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Things you wouldn’t see in the UK (probably)

Making unashamed use of free internet tonight. The difficulties in getting good internet access have  been one of the low points. Dave has written before about his battles with various ISPs…and if we want to do anything involving pictures, it…

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The Seven Trials of LadyChristina (and her crew)

On Monday 14 August, the morning had a real tinge of Autumn in the air. I can’t explain exactly what that is, except to say it was cooler, but still sunny, with the sun at that angle which makes everything…

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Here and there

Two things in particular, strike me as being very different between the UK and The NL. They are cycling and wildlife. I didn’t really know what to expect from the wildlife here, although I’d read that the Dutch use a…

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General musings

I wish I’d been born in The NL – I would like to truly belong here. I often try to design my ‘Utopia’ and the more I see of this place, the more I think it fulfills my deepest wishes. I…

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The bridges of Groningen

Maandag 7 August: our mission: to get to Groningen to avert a chemical toilet-related disaster. Such is the everyday glamour of journeying in a foreign country in an 8 metre wooden sailing boat. For several days, we moored in ‘civilised’…

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Overissjel

We’re on the Turf Route. Such a contrast to where we were before. No open stretches of water, instead a narrow and shallow waterway, passing through small villages, with a surprising number of mildewed, abandoned boats along the way. It’s…

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