When we started our nomadic lives, the plan was to return to Amsterdam every summer; to spend time sitting on terraces and bobbing about in boats on the water.
It didn’t work out like that. This year, it was October when we got back and we stayed all winter. Jim shuddered and said yet again that he wanted to be somewhere warm at this time of the year, but winter has it’s own charms. Charcoal-grey days when spots of colour shine like beacons and lift the mood. Rainy and misty days when edges are softened, and reflections offer up blurred, indistinct images, wavering in puddles, and rippling in water. For a moment there were snow-covered bridges, branches and bicycle seats. And then for the first time in six years the canals froze over – just enough – maybe not really enough, but people skated for an afternoon, until a police van drove up and down issuing a warning, telling people to get off the ice.
Winter has still more compensations – Christmas and lights, and cuddling up on blanket-strewn sofas. At one of our Airbnb’s we discovered the joys of Netflix and binge watching. And if all else fails, there’s always apple pie!