Crtd 15-04-04 Lastedit 20-12-27

New Sailing Season
Starts with frost 

... Bottom painting ...  

... A Lower Saxon training day in the Dutch North, morning  frost ...

... where, during my career as an Indian (mid fifties) I knew all shoals ...

... rather cold ...

... de brothers Bleeker a bit bleak,
in the habit to determine between them who will be the next NL 12foot dinghy champion by means of a chess game at home,
the Bleekers here have to give way, first and second, to Bert Hamminga Hson and Hamminga Json, whose fathers lie buried next to each other at the lake's South side ... 

... On Sunday, with only these three tough guys, I was convincingly last. But unlike last year at the end I still could read their numbers (those were short races). On the photo, Pieter, left, shouts to me: "Bert keep your belly in!". I said I had a new tent in mind for my dinghy, a super tent. But our new president Bert Bos (second left) was talking through my words - you know how they are when just appointed - so now Pieter wrote in his blog: "super-talent"  ...

... Sleeping under fleece and and fluff (birdwatchers parking: free of sailors!) ...

... Groningen: whiskey and cigars at (in his own saying) former Olympia dinghy celeb Jan Wolthuis ...
... nowadays beyond the radar for consistently too far away at sea ...

... Our little houses at the North Park Groningen, where my fellow students raged while I was working hard, so
now they are still working while I stopped ten years ago ...

The Noorddijk church where I always prayed that sooner or later something nice would happen to me.
Lo and behold! After 25 years, my brother in law Dirk Stolp has far too many boats and can't sail his twelve foot dinghy any more,
neither, thank God, does he want to sell it ...