A drive
through my favourite part of the country
A bright,
warm and sunny July day, and a long and interesting drive home from Drenthe
through Friesland, and Overijssel, provinces with a splendid variety of nature,
attractive historic towns, woodland and moorland, reed lands and farmland, bogs
and meadows, lakes and canals.
In the past many parts of Drenthe were
cultivated for farmland, mainly agriculture, the poor sandy soil perfect for growing
potatoes. The farms were small, the farmers poor, and it was hard work. Woods
were planted to supply the many unemployed labourers with work. I love those
woods. Trees provide shade when it is hot in summer and offer protection
against storms and heavy rains. It is so different from the beaches on the coast
where there is no shelter from the glaring sun, no protection against storms
and thunderstorms. A moderate clime, but harsh and unrelenting. How I hated the
beach as a child, suffering from sunburn and headaches, from blistering skin
when they did not know much yet about sun protection let alone sunscreens. No
tan for me but sunburn. So, I cherish the trees and the woods.
To my
dismay nature gurus have now decided that we should go back to former times, to
“original” nature whatever that is. Woods are chopped down, trees uprooted so
that sand dunes can be created. The big trees offering a shady resting place
have gone. Instead there is this blistering white sand, with no protection
against the glaring sun, no coolness after a hot bike ride. Farms are bought by
the authorities, turned into information centres about the new-old nature, or
into cafes and ecological farm shops, bio being the mantra nowadays. But I am sad when I see “my” woods disappear,
woods where I cycled, enjoyed the freshness, the rustling leaves, the smells of
all the various trees, the resins of the pine trees molten by the heat, the
perfume of a blossoming linden tree, rare in those woods though.
It is not
all misery though. Dull, flat potato fields are turned into wild heaths,
moorland with a rich variety of reeds and flowering plants. The land attracts
insects, butterflies, and so birds. Small rivers and brooks which were
straightened out in the past are now meandering again and can follow a more
natural course. Cycle tracks and footpaths make it a joy to spend a day out
here in this recreated nature. Sheep graze here, and rare breeds of cows.
After this trip
through interesting and new national parklands, broken by many photo stops and
stops to smell the sun scorched land, I drive along the border of the old and
the new land, the new land being the land reclaimed from what once was the
Zuiderzee, the old land seamed with quaint towns which used to border the
former sea and used to do a roaring trade with Hanseatic cities or as fishing
ports. They are walled, moated and often gated. I stop in Blokzijl, its harbour
now used by pleasure boats. The walls still bare canons, no longer needed for its
defence. The sea was usually the best protection against enemy attacks, if any.
The town is small but very attractive, with busy restaurants and street cafes around
the harbour. People sit out with their drinks, or stand on the quay of the
canal watching the boats going through several locks, from one canal and lake
to the other, straight through this town. Near this lock is a famous restaurant,
too expensive for most mortals.
Blown by the wind. Could also be somebody with a big ego... |
One of the many picturesque houses. Street are not straight but bent around the church or the market place as the case may be.
A popular attraction is the activity in the
locks, a never boring spectacle. Ships passing through have to pay a fee, which
in many places is still collected by lowering a wooden shoe attached to a piece
of rope down to the decks of the yachts and other boats. I did not notice if
that is still the practice here. Instead I wound my way through the picturesque
and narrow streets, admiring gables and gable stones, and the red bricks in the
afternoon sun, the hollyhocks in front of the brightly painted windows, the
footpath in the shade of the tree lined walls surrounding the harbour.
One of the locks |
Water everywhere |
But I had
had a glimpse again of many things I love and hold dear.
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