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Tuesday 2 October 2018--7:30 seemed like a very reasonable time to set the
alarm for at 8:00 last night. It doesn't seem at all reasonable at 7:30 this morning.
Roll over and go back to sleep. At 9:00, I get up and drag myself down to
breakfast. My plan is to take the boat trip to Marken, but I'm looking out at a
dismal day, and a boat trip seems unlikely. So I linger over the breakfast table
with an extra cup of coffee, and get my handwritten journal caught up.
Toward mid-day, the sky brightens, and I head toward the boat after all. Marken was originally an island in the Zuiderzee, a large shallow bay of the North Sea. Like most of the Zuiderzee ports, it was prone to flooding when storms blew in from the north. The industrious Netherlanders, inhabitants of a flat and often waterlogged land, have for centuries been Europe's foremost hydraulic engineers, and there were serious proposals to tame the Zuiderzee as early as Under Construction Next |
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