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Thursday 2 July - Friday 3 July
Part 1
If you were asked to describe a perfect day, what would you say? A day that is sunny but has a lovely breeze, where you find yourself sitting somewhere where there are trees, trees and more giant trees, with meandering sunrays trying to touch the ground? And a lake, a beautiful fresh water lake inviting you to take a swim and forcing you to take its picture?
Or buying fresh strawberries alongside the road, red as a rose and after you have taken a bite, discovering they are so sweet and tasty you decide you will eat the whole box (you scold yourself for not bringing that bottle of champagne, but still…)?
Or finding yourself in an old museum where pictures of a photographer are exhibited who has travelled around to capture the lives of what he calls 'the small people in our society', people who live away from society as we know it and live their lives secluded but not (always) lonely. Sometimes by choice - sometimes because they know no different way of living life.
Today was one of those days. It was filled with better-than-holiday-brochure-views and lovely people.
I am now back 'home' sitting in front of Blommelstein, where I have created a cosy veranda with the big caravan shade; I have bolted it down to the ground on six spots as they expect stormy weather later on. I'll be fine. Bought some fish, fresh pasta and have half a bottle of white wine waiting for me in the fridge.
Life is good.
(Btw. Should you be looking for me tomorrow, I'll be fishing. Really, I'm taking a fishing lesson out on the lake. Can't wait to but that maggot on the hook brrrr.)
(Btw 2. I think I could live here. But I won't.)
Part 2
Just after having finished cooking (on today's menu we had a pasta with fresh salmon and veggies, a tomato-mozzarella salad and some biscuits with a crabsalad, served with white wine and strawberries (again) for desert...) I sat myself outside and there was the first thunderbolt. Heavy storm, thunder and rain followed and I tried to eat dinner outside but was forced to go inside because of the rain soaking the grass under my feet. It ain't so bad to be inside, at least the air is a lot cooler than is has been the last few weeks: I thought I would melt. I think I will have a read for another hour and then turn in - I am truly exhausted. I have read some lovely books until now. The Solitude of the Prime Numbers and Norwegain Wood really stood out in the pile. Now I'll dig myself into a big volume of stories by Cesare Pavese, a book which has been waiting for me for some time now.
Well. Have a good night and I probably should wish you a good weekend while I'm at it because I expect I won't be writing for another couple of days now. Hope to do some hiking and inspecting this countryside.
(Btw 3. I miss Blom.)
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