Semi swearing

A semi swear word in Dutch you don’t hear any more in Swampyland is ‘Sakkerloot!’. As a child I never knew what it meant and off course you couldn’t find the answer in the local library in this Calvinistic country.

This week it’s 60’s Week on national radio station Max which is a station for seniors and I heard that word again in an old song. Blast from the past so I decided to google it.

Apparently the origin leads back to around 1600, 1612 to be precise, and it means ‘Sacra Lotio!’ which is Latin for ‘Holy Baptism!’.

Well, that’s another Double Dutch lesson I learned today, you all have a great day.

A flock of sheep

De Veluwe is an area in the middle of Swampyland covered with heather fields and ancient forests and as a child I spent hours and hours there with friends wandering around.

Sometimes I would be having a pick nick on a fleece plaid on top of a hill there with a girl I liked, other times we went there with the boys from school searching for wasted copper bullets from the army (military terrain there).

No tanks and soldiers there nowadays as it is a recreational area now with a sheepfold and a flock of sheep where people go for walk in the weekend. Peace.

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Great Crested Grebe

The Great Crested Grebe is one of my favourite birds to photograph, especially when the light is right and I have tried to take good pictures of them for years.

But, when the opportunity comes, they usually dive right under at the precise moment you press the button of your camera. Not this evening though, I got lucky.

As the mother was sitting on the eggs in her nest daddy had gone out for food and as a very overcautious dad he stayed near the love of his life and gave me a chance to shoot these three beauties you see below.

From the three choices, Land, Water and Sky they can only pick two: swimming and flying, they can’t walk on land. One of my friends told me.

So sad

This morning I was woken up brutally when outside chain saws were started and a tree shredder behind a tractor started rattling, chewing on tree branches. A few days before I received a letter from the city council announcing that maintenance works would be carried out on the wood bank opposite our house as it hadn’t been done properly in the last years.

The noise didn’t alarm me in the first place, I just got up and got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. But when I looked outside the living room window on the first floor I was shocked to see they were cutting all the trees down. Seeing them fall even made me cry, how on earth could they do such a thing? How immensely cruel this is!

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Great is Thy faithfulness

The reverend was always there to greet you and the heating always on in winter, may the warmth of the Lord lure you in here he used to say with a big smile on his face at the entrance of a country church somewhere in Norfolk.

The Pastor had Dutch roots and he even knew a few Dutch words like “Hoe gaat het?”, -“How are you?” that he had learned from his great parents.

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The Great Spotted Woodpecker

In the good old days of analogue photography you were extra careful not to waste an exposure, especially when you were young and always short of money. My first camera was a Praktica MTL-5, a robust East German Single Lens Reflex camera of good quality.

I bought it second hand from a Navy Pastor who had just bought a brand new camera with much better and electronic options as he was a keen photographer. But just as happy as he was with his new camera, so was I with the still perfect old one he sold me for a more than fair price, it was a bargain for a seventeen year old boy.

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