It is in our DNA.
When it starts freezing we get nervous. When it freezes for a week we get prepared. And then, after two weeks of frost we go crazy.
“Molentocht” after 13 years we can skate the Molentocht again. On a Saturday with splendid weather.
For me this is what we Dutch people are about. We go skating! Young or old we all go.
The Moltentocht is in the Alblasserwaard, one of the oldest polders in Holland. Molen means windmill. If you skate this route you’ll see at least 20 windmills.
13 years ago I used to skate 75km but now I did 50. Being totally untrained that is a bit ambitious but I managed.
All pictures are made with a Panasonic LX3.
Putting on the skates.
The stomach needs to be served also. Some healthy entrepreneurship is everywhere.
We have wooden shoes and we also have wooden skates. Not many, but some swear by it.
There we go! And some windmills.
And some more windmills.
The kids are coming too. One way or another.
Sometimes we have to pass some roads to get from one canal to another.
Not all creatures like ice.
Waiting to get a stamp. Without stamps there is no medal at the end.
Signs are leading the way.
Another way of getting the kids involved.
Another windmill. It’s getting boring.
The ice under a bridge might not be reliable. We have to walk over the road to pass it.
Other bridges we just crawl under it.
A great day to do some boring Dutch landscapes.