Monday, November 16, 2009
Once you've found your island, it's a blissful mooring. Often we had the entire island to ourselves and the sunsets were stunning. Except...when the sun had finally gone down, there remained an orange glow lighting up the far horizon. It came from acres and acres of heated greenhouses, cultivating the bulbs that Holland is so famous for.
Posted by Anne / Olly at 6:16 PM