THE SHEEP IN THE DUNES

After a night with too little sleep, we, nevertheless, cycled with Mischa to the Zandmotor.
There we walked the enormous sand fields to the beach. The wind blew hard and the waves looked enormous. None of us wanted to dive into them. There can be a dangerous stream, we know since we were children as Piet Hein  and I were raised not far from the dangerous North Sea.
A great walk. At the background the colourful kites enlivened the sky. The surfers had come with many and obviously liked their sport.
After lunch a little errand done, but after our cup of tea I slep soundly for a long time.

My haiku:

Living in the dunes
Eating unfamiliar grasses
Warming in the sun

And the french proverb:

One always knocks oneself on the sore place.