Misty start to the day - ate handfuls of ripe rosehips on the way home.
When running through the centre towards the end came across a cluster of more than 50 of the brass tiles on the pavement which mark the places Jewish people were exported from during the war. (Usually they're single or in small family groups.) I read some of the dates and noticed that most of the people were born as long ago as the 1860s. Then I noticed the plaque on the wall telling that there had been a Jewish retirement home there.
This is this morning's attempt. You have to zoom in on the map to see the scribbled bit on the beach. Much better than last time as I have the Garmin set to record every second now, rather than in the longer distance battery saving mode. I see that I should leave more space between letters. And it would be better for the readability on the map to 'write' from south to north, west to east.
Drove out to Carin's parents' house, which is nearest to the Sandmotor, at first light. Lots of dramatic dark clouds and wind. Didn't see another soul which is a treat in itself in this overpopulated country. Interesting to see the sand shelves along the waterline and the observation tower (shame you can't climb it) for the scientific instruments to measure the changes in the distribution of the sand. Only negative note was that I lost my favourite hair clasp at one point. Think I'll go out there again tomorrow. Last (messy) photo is of the 6 pack of greyhounds belonging to Carin's family which I saw ahead of me on the home stretch.
Yesterday during my zigzag run on the beach to make up the 10k I got the idea to 'write' on the beach so that I could see that on my Garmin map afterwards. Hmm, have just uploaded the Garmin graph and it hasn't really worked. Letters were probably too small for the direction changes to register as I have it set at the battery saving option where it only registers a point on the map every 5 seconds (or so, I've forgotten the details). I'll see if I can adjust it to the more accurate mapping version and try again tomorrow. Think I'll take the car out to Monster and run out on the Sandmotor.
The Plan is: to run a marathon in every county in the Netherlands.
Last Dutch county marathon completed!
Zuid Holland ~ Rotterdam, April 1997 4:22 (pre-blog days, so no link to a race report as with my later marathons) Flevoland/Overijssel ~ Urk/Zwolle November 2009 4:53:30 (this is 'cheating' a bit as the race begins in one county and ends in the other, so I'm going to run it again this year to make one whole marathon for each county) And here it is - the second Zuiderzee Marathon, November 2010 5:03(?) Utrecht ~ Utrecht, April 2010 2010 4:52 (no offical time as last minute entry and Utrecht then makes you pay lots of money for practically nothing) Brabant~ Eindhoven, October 2010 4:50:08 (Great crowd support.) Zeeland~ Burgh-Hamstede/Zoutelande, October 2012 5:59:56 (First one where I thought I might DNF.) Noord HollandBeemster, May 2014 (4:45:??? - no official time released)
I watch God's face falling slow slow, even orangier and the clouds are all colors, then after there's streaks and dark coming up so bit-at-a-time I don't see it till it's done. (Room ~ Emma Donaghue)
They drove on into the last of the day's blue, so pale, haunting and intense in the way brief things are. (Romanno Bridge ~ Andrew Greig)
an oyster light that lasts for hours before the sun is actually up and so has about it a diffuse and magical quality (The Weight of Water ~ Anita Shreve)
in the far sky a huge bank of slate-blue cloud was shutting down like a lid on the last, smouldering streak of sunset fire. (The Book of Evidence ~ John Banville)
Oriental sunsets of soupy jade and marmalade (Ghostwritten ~ David Mitchell)
the mournful, bittersweet color of a day's end, that piercing golden bask over the landscape made all the more aching for the fact that it wouldn't last. (The Post-Birthday World ~ Lionel Shriver)
It's so beautiful at this hour. The sun is low, the shadows are long, the air is cold and clean. (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close ~ Jonathan Safran Foer)
low-flying clouds of red and purple, lit from below with dark gold (The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society ~ Mary Ann Shaffer)
a daybreak like a row of sparkling dinner knives (A Long Long Way ~ Sebastian Barry)