Exactly one year ago I ran 12 km at Zandvoort. This year was just a little bit different. DB and I biked to Bloemendaal aan Zee, which took about an hour. The wind was fierce and blew in our faces the entire way there. By the time we got to Bloemendaal my knee was really ready for a rest. We walked down to the beach and stood there long enough to take a couple of photos and then headed back up to Bloomingdale.
Bloomingdale is a new beach cafe, decked out in black with spotlights and a lounge pit. At this time of day on a Sunday it was the toddlers who ruled the lounge.
I couldn’t even get a photo of the bar without a kid in it. And these kids were allowed to do ANYTHING they wanted.
I don’t understand how parents think it’s cute for their kids to climb all over the furniture and run around wild. I think it’s just another example of most people of a certain age not giving a shit about other people. Ah well. I’m not (quite) ready to go live as a hermit. Just me, DB, the cat, the laptop and wifi. What more do you need?
We biked back home via Parnasus and through the dunes to Santpoort Zuid. It’s good to move. Next year – 12 km again.