A walking journal from the Netherlands

Where the path meets the tide.

Notes from unhurried days beside the North Sea: shifting light, dune grass, and the long way home.

Along the waterline

Some walks are measured in miles. These are remembered by the colour of the clouds and the sound of wind in the marram grass.

Field note · 14 October

Low cloud lifted just before noon. A line of shells marked the tide’s turn, and the dunes held the last warmth of the afternoon.