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Naar Huis

Ze werd gevonden door haar zoon die in de ochtend voor zijn werkdag in Glastonbury nog even bij zijn moeder langs ging. Ze lag daar op de koude, oeroude grijze stenen vloer in de keuken. De ketel stoomde nog na op het fornuis, ze had water gekookt voor haar eerste kopje thee. Hij belde bij ons aan om te vertellen wat er was gebeurd. We liepen met hem naar het huis van zijn moeder, we stapten de keuken binnen en daar lag ze. We knielden neer en hielden haar even vast. Haar zoon haalde snel stoelkussens uit de andere kamer om voor haar een zacht bed te maken. De mannen…
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{:nl}Nearly there – Avalon{:}{:en}Nearly there – Avalon{:}

{:nl}The last Sunday in Avalon, in our house SunnyBank. Have to catch a Koi, it needs to move to another pond in town. It’s friend went a few days ago. This one does not want to be caught. Yet.  Coffee and tea with friends, tyding up the garden and packing clothes. Tomorrow the big moving van comes to empty the house. Thursday they arrive in Enkhuizen. What a journey…{:}{:en}The last Sunday in Avalon, in our house SunnyBank. Have to catch a Koi, it needs to move to another pond in town. It’s friend went a few days ago. this one dos not want to be caught. Yet.  Coffee and tea…
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The Tears

Going through old wine bottles in what we call our ‘attic’ (a room adjacent to our dining room, an over-sized pantry, really)  I found the bottle of wine my ex-father-in-law had made himself for the birth of his first grandchild, my son. In my first-ever garden I grew white grapes. August 1976 was an incredibly hot summer and the grapes were fine. We harvested them and the ‘brewing’ started. The end result was six bottles of wine that tasted like dry sherry. Not too bad. I kept the bottle he gave me and moved it to different houses and from the Netherlands to the United Kingdom in 1997. I had…
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Moving House: Mary’s sweet face

My Glastonbury house has beautiful light-surprises. I own a glass ‘Leerdam’ Mary figurine. I’ve placed her in the dining room pine cabinet, to safeguard her during the clearing of SunnyBank. Yesterday afternoon, the low sun close to setting, shone into Mary’s sweet face. I’ve known this face since my eighth year. She has travelled with me from house to house, from country to country. She was there when my three children were born. And now she returns to The Netherlands.  

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