I grew up on the edge of the woodland and heathland we see here and often walked there with Basje, our dog at the time. For a while, with my father and brother, we tried to maintain a section of the heathland by clearing bushes and 'weeds' during running laps.
I was a WWF ranger and member of IVN as a child and periodically contributed to the maintenance of this patch of sandy soil ecosystem. As a teenager, I often came there to muse and write bad weltschmertz poems. Katharsis lawemazegge - that all sounds friendly and fun, but I also remember the mischief we did. Setting fire to tussocks of marram grass with friends. Not to preserve the heath, but just, that was exciting and cool. Now - without betraying my age - say 35 years later, now emigrated, I find myself again on the same heath on a hazy sunrise with camera, filters at the ready, and what strikes me most of all are the cheerful clumps of grass bending towards the sun, creating a refined luminous atmosphere that makes me warm and happy despite the cold. They have survived the evil pranks of yesteryear and perhaps those of recent times. Perhaps too well, as the heather is less visible, but still, they bring a beautiful Dutch landscape to life.
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