Throwoffthebowlines

The clouds are thick and grey, and hang low on the horizon, and the sun is nowhere to be seen. I turn my head against the biting wind and wrap my jacket more tightly around me to ward off the chill. My hands are tucked safely into my ski gloves, but i can still feel my fingers tingling from the cold. I shiver, and pull my hat down further over my ears and turn to look around me. And then I smile. Because I'm standing in the middle of a lake. Yup, you heard me. A lake. Winter is well and truely upon us in The Netherlands, and has brought with it something the Dutch love even more than cheese. Ice. Within hours of the first shallower canals freezing over, the skates are out and being ... read more