It's been like living in a snow globe recently . There was a sudden wonderful burst of sunshine the other day , and I grabbed my coffee and sat on the balcony ; whereupon the heavens opened and the hailstones bounced off my toes ... my bare toes . At this rate I'm going to have to buy fur-lined slippers .
Well wrapped up , I have ventured out , though . Went to a Collectors' Fair in Utrecht with Friend , both of us showing admirable restraint ... slightly easier for me , I feel , since I can't shoehorn one more thing into my flat , much as I'd like to . Accessories seem to be the next big thing ..
And there's been an impressive exhibition of Mayan treasures in Assen Museum , which I have no photos of , since the off button on the new camera's flash is unfindable.
Never mind , I found the poster for you , where it incongruously peeked out of a shop window . Assen , the museum apart , is dying on its feet ... the building of an out-of-town Shopping Center and
the closure of the department store has taken the heart out of the town . Even the tattooist ,
Suits 4 Life , has closed its doors . It's not been helped by the town council's determination to upgrade the drains in the town center ... all at once . Next time I'm wearing waders .
Back home , a trip to the shops revealed the surprise addition of a three-story high pirate's sword in the town square . Makes a change ...
But it's now disappeared again , perhaps swept away by marauding students over the weekend ... so much more impressive than a traffic cone , after all .
Fatigued by all this excitement , yesterday I got on a country bus and enjoyed the scenery as we wandered from village to village through endless green fields and herds of dozy cows . From Wommels to Winsum , skirting Tzum and Lollum ; past windmills , barns and little churches , two or three to every hamlet all the way to Bolsward and a book sale in its Martinikerk .
As I went in , the church's huge , empty , whitewashed arched interior with a wonderful carved pulpit
and magnificent organ ( in need of repair , hence the book sale ) , was suddenly filled with song ... incredibly Ray Charles and Willie Nelson were singing 'Seven Spanish Angels ' . And just as suddenly it stopped ... the volunteers had found a Bach cd . More in keeping , perhaps , with this Reformed , very plain building .
I did find a small restored wall painting hiding up in a corner
and pottered happily along the pews , lined with the usual ancient bird books travel guides , including a pristine Illustrated Aerial Guide of the Twenty Best Roundabouts of Europe ( I decided against it , but the sale's on till June in case you need it ) , bought four paperbacks , and promising to come again , wandered up through quiet little streets to have a sandwich and resist kidnapping the cafe's little white-stockinged tabby cat who was snoozing on my feet .