On Monday I arrived home again after a very good few weeks. I spend a lot of time with my mother and celebrated her 90th birthday with family and relatives on my last day there. It was fun to meet some cousins I had not seen for a long time. I did not come home with a lot of pictures I dropped my camera with as a result that most did not turn out.
But I do have these of a bridge in the north of Friesland with skaters.
Every so often, when there is lots of ice there is the "elf steden tocht" , the race/tour along the 11 historical cities of the province. The total length is about 200 kilometer. The first race was in 1909 and the last one 10 years ago. This bridge is a salute to all the participants over the last century. The picture of skaters is made up of small blue tiles with pictures of skaters over the years.
I found one square of a woman, who had done the tour in 1909.Her picture showed her when she was older in her Frisian costume.
My father skated the race 3 times in 1941,1942 and 1943, still on the old type wooden skates with iron runners, and we are in the process of getting a tile for my father in his memory. And yes, I did visit the Rijksmuseum with my cousin, saw all the flowerstalls along the water (and wished I could have taken all those lovely flowers home with me)
And the horses. Black horse everywhere. When I was still at home, over 35 years ago, not many people were riding on Frisian horses. When I went with my brother to a dressage show, about halve were black. And the quality.....amazing.
And I did something fabric related. In my quest to get things for my next crazy quilt project, I asked around for old laces. And I was very successfull, later more on this subject.
Once home again, it was back to the familiar.I promtly got the flue again and spend a few days in bed.Then I very graciously gave it to my husband, who is feeling downright sick today
And we did get some visitors. Our daughter and son-in-law have gone to the sunny south and we are looking after their cat, who spends most of her time up on the showerstall and their dog, Berni, who had a lonely few days, but is getting used to us.
AS you can see, never a dull moment on the farm