Leegkerk as opposed to Hoogkerk, literally Highchurch, is another form of Laagkerk, or Lowchurch. Well, Broadchurch it’s not because there was no way I could get the sugarfactory in the background out of the picture from this point of view.
Holy comes as holy goes. I have once entered this church. Must have come out too, I guess.
This used to be an important monastery long ago. The monks have contributed to the safe-keeping of the area by building dikes and regulating the water-level. These two monks look slightly creepy to me but that could be hindsight.
Peeking around the church I picked up this cloud with a silver lining. Actually, I was walking around in the village while the garage was changing my tires from winter to summer. It was so busy that they had to apologize but it would take a bit longer than usual.
On a day of the Golden Circle, Þingvellir cannot be missed.
The woman was married to a mister Wildeman. Poor her?
The Der Aa Church in the background with a blue sky visible through some holes in the clouds. In the foreground people who have just finished running the yearly 4 mile of Groningen 2012. I was one of them.