May 21st 2019
The weather had indeed changed. The wind had picked up significantly, but fortunately no rain. After all the fuss with the anchor alarm we finally had a good night’s sleep. The harbour master came to check on the electricity, and after some fidgeting we finally had power. All was well with the world again.
It was high time for a trip to a grocery store. Armed with backpacks to carry our groceries we set off to the nearest supermarket. On our way there we saw a peculiar sight. A Pheasant was being attacked at the same time by both an Oystercatcher and a Moorhen. The Oystercatcher kept pelting down on the Pheasant, every time pecking him hard on the head, whilst the Moorhen was attacking him from below, screaming like a banshee. The Pheasant must have caused some serious grieve to be harassed like that.
While standing there on the dyke watching the spectacle, a women with a camera stopped to watch as well and we started talking. She used to work as a self-employed neurotherapist, but decided to end her practice, move to a smaller house and see something of the world. Like us she had downsized significantly when she moved to the smaller house and experienced that you really don’t need so much stuff. The change allowed her to save money to travel and she had just returned from a long trip to Vietnam. Now she was trying to organize her life in such a way that she could become a perpetual traveler. It’s remarkable when you’re traveling for an extended period like we are now, that you meet so many like minded people, almost as if you’re attracting them. Her explanation for these chance encounters was as simple as true: “We are the only ones standing still while everybody else is rushing past”.