News has a kind of mystery;
When I shook hands with Chou En-lai
On this bare field outside Peking
Just now, the world was listening
And it’s high time
It’s high time
Please wake me
Evening falls and it’s the view towards Slaperstil, Aduard, Zuidhorn and finally Grijpskerk. The only way to notice Grijpskerk, though, is when the flame of the gas-pumping station is visible.
Every autumn and early winter I love to watch the silhouette of the sugar factory in the distance.
It is a bit hazy after the rains on this warm day.
This is about the furthest north the sun sets. It will be all the way back until it sets above Hoogkerk from now on.