I sat in the sun with no socks on today . Oh , the heady delights of a Dutch summer ! In fact , all Leeuwarden has crept out of their burrows and , blinking , rushed outdoors . On Sunday , I sat toasting on the balcony as a mini marathon pounded past the end of the street .
Now it's the turn of the Four Evenings Walk , where anyone keen can sign up to walk a 5 , 10 or 15 kilometres route each evening for four days , with a medal for those who complete the challenge . Hundreds of children join in each year . In rainbow colours and all chattering nineteen to the dozen , they were like flights of cockatoos .
I look forward to their return tomorrow . I do like to see other people keepng fit .
Mind you , there was a downside of the sudden ending of winter/spring ( indistinguishable this year ) and that was the resurrection of The Shorts . No , not mine ... I last wore shorts fifty-odd years ago ..... but Husband's . I'd hoped to lose them in the move but of course they came along , too ! So , when he appeared this morning in the checked bloomery things again , any vague plans for taking a picnic lunch upstream and breathing hearty country air vanished .
Instead , we joined the procession of mature couples heading towards C & A gents' department . The queue for the changing rooms consisted solely of sheepish men and their steely-eyed wives .By the looks of it , by tomorrow there won't be a flapping trouser leg to be seen in Friesland . And by the time we're sitting by the river under a tree tomorrow, eating our sandwiches , I hope Husband has forgiven me !.