Harlingen, Friesland. At the home of Elizabeth & Jan Minemma, breakfast is an exercise in minimalism, almost as it would be served on a ship--well, they do live in a shipyard, the one house amid warehouse, and their neighbors live on boats moored in the adjacent canal.
(original date of this entry: June 4, 2015)
|Still life with egg.|
Ameland. Staying at Vrienden op de Fiets in Buren, the village just east of Nes. Mevrouw Metz, my hostess, a slight nervous woman, fits the profile of island vrienden: efficient and businesslike, more like a hotel proprietor than a cycling friend. In fact, the Metz residence is also a b&b, just across the way from De Klok, a hotel/restaurant.
|The isle of Ameland|
Horses, sheep linger in the fields where purple reeds and yellow flowers sway in the breeze. This land is farmed but not instensively cultivated like the endless furrowed hills between Franeker and Leeuwarden. There's a bit of variety in the landscape. I've just reached a lake which must be the Recreatiepark De Vieijen. I'm not the only solo cyclist out today. Many seniors but also large groups of kids and families. Many birds: more scholeksters and a tiny roodborst (European robin).
Ameland has a vast flat beach for many kilometers. I rode the beach trail from the lighthouse at Hollum to the Ballum church.
Today I'm continuing along the beach trail toward 't Oerd, a nature reserve on the east end of the island. The trail is nice and wild here with some pretty views of the dunes and a climb up a rise to look at the North Sea, rough and choppy today. Tufts of green sprout out of the fine white sands, irregular hills patrolled by jackdaws.