What a bizarre little place. No cars, electric buses, and masses of bicyclists heading back and forth from the dunes to the town.
I had expected the strandpaviljoen to be open but was proven wrong. It has, an abandoned feel in this photograph.
Tonight I sat outside, at a table in the Hotel van der Werff, where I am presently lodging, and ordered a beer and an oude jenever.
I had only got halfway through the jenever when some old codger wandered by and remarked, Dat is en kopstootje.
His wife looked at the jenever and beer on my table and replied, Nou, dat is echt en ouwemanse drankje, hoor.
I’m sitting in a cabin in the woods outside the northern Dutch city of Groningen, where it’s a pleasant 20 degrees Celsius, and the sky is impossibly blue.
Despite the tranquil setting, Farstaviken is one of the most polluted bays in Sweden, thanks to the pollution caused by runoff from the (now closed) porcelain factory.
Residents of the area have been engaging in some community activism to halt the runoff but, so far, to no avail.
It’s all very depressing.
I ride or walk past the harbour in Gustavsberg every day. Depending on the season, the view is either electrifying or mediocre.
Guess which one this is?
I like to call it ‘Thaw’s Hammer’.