Yesterday we went for a long walk on the beach at Scheveningen. It was windy. There were a lot of surfers on the beach. Their sails formed a multicolored spectacle on the grey-brown North Sea. It was something that we have witnessed for the first time. People in The Netherlands like outdoor sports. I can’t wait to return once more to the beach, so beautiful.
Text: expat from Malta, 2011. Image: Julie Makri
Walking along the sunny beach for the first time, we felt so privileged to live in a place where others come to spend their holidays. However, being from the Alps, it was a great surprise for us to discover that, some times, people would appear to use the snowy landscape the same way as we do in the mountains – for cross country skiing and snowboarding (text: expat from the United Kingdom, 1972).
I arrived at the sea-front shortly after lunch to catch a breath of fresh air and see if there were any interesting gulls or waders around. There were none, but stretching out along the beach as far as the eye could see was a straggling procession of people, like Lowrie stick-men and women, trudging north-eastward away from town. At first I imagined there must be something going on a mile or two long by the dunes, but I was reluctant to ask. It would probably have been embarrassing if I had. I later found out that this was simply a standard Sunday afternoon exercise. After lunch mum, dad and the kids dress up nice and warm, whistle for the dog and set out on their constitutional. Some go by bike through the dunes, some make for the woods and parks, but a vast number file along the beach - a moving queue for a couple of miles.
Text: expat from United Kingdom, 1972. Image: Zoe Guerrini