The Sols Hole

Childhood memories, againThe Sols Hole. That would be the accurate translation of the Dutch name Het Solsche Gat.

It is near the place where my late grandmother lived, Garderen in the middle of the forests in The Netherlands. Remember I told you about roasting Chestnuts at her place?

This place, Het Solsche Gat, was magic to us. Often after school was out we’d be going to this place on our pushbikes, usually the two of us, me and my girlfriend (first kiss, you never forget). We’d be then going into the woods near Het Solsche Gat and pulled our pushbikes away from the dirt road and underneath the green Ferns and be invisible to the world.

Photo Henk Eilander

And we would spend hours reading Enid Blyton’s Famous Five books, our favourite book, lying on a thick soft horse blanket under those Ferns with the sun light filtered green on the pages of our books.

Het Solsche Gat was supposed to be a haunted place within those woods where once centuries ago a Monastery stood. But the debaucherous life style of the Monks was reason for God to punish them and the entire Monastery, Monks included, sank into the deep dark and cold earth leaving this giant hole. According to the stories they told us the spirits of those Monks could be set alight when they surfaced in the swamp in the middle.

Just to prove it was actually true we went there in the middle of the night in Summer when we were a little bit older and threw lighted matches into the swamp. It sometimes set alight the swamp gases bubbling up from below making nice blue flames, but not every time we went there thus adding to the magic story that there were no more spirits from debaucherous Monks left to come towards the sky.

When you’re 11 or 12 years old you believe those tales but at the matches throwing age we knew better of course but still it was very funny to sneak out of bed after midnight and meet a couple of friends there and sit on the banisters at the side of the swamp, talking. And it’s those moments that I still remember, the fog, the musty smell of the swamp, those blue flames from the lit methane marsh gas.

During day time we sometimes went there too, looking for Frog spawn, Newts and Salamanders, picking Oxlip flowers for our girlfriends and hanging around for an hour or so after school before heading back home for Tea, red faced from cycling, hungry. Summers were nice in those years.


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Leendert van Gemeren

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Dit ben ik, Leendert. Ik ben een beetje ouderwets en houd van dingen die geweest zijn, bijvoorbeeld oude Engelse series op TV zoals All Creatures Great And Small, mechanische horloges, bifocale brillen en oude langspeelplaten. Ik houd niet van moderne dingen en werk regelmatig aan een ouderwetse modelspoorbaan. Ik volg Jezus en schrijf mijn gedichten soms ook over Hem maar ik schrijf ook verhalen over het leven. Excentriek. Op feestjes ben ik vaak te vinden in de keuken.


This is me, Leendert. I am a little bit old-fashioned and I love things from the past, old series like All Creatures Great And Small, mechanical wristwatches, bi-focal glasses and vinyl records for example. I am not keen on modern things and I often work on this old style model railway. I follow Jesus and sometimes write a poem about Him but I also write about my life. Eccentric. You can often find me in the kitchen at parties.

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