Two things I want to mention before I jump into this: I made this post with the iPad WordPress app, and I am sad to say that in my opinion it is just awful. Secondly, this is a very picture-heavy post. It’s a collection of photos from one of the most lovely places I have been privileged to visit.
The Netherlands’ barrier islands are a very popular destination for the general Dutch population, as well as for a whole lot of Germans and some Brits and a subset of them all that are mad kite-surfers. We have only been to one and really see no reason to go anywhere else: Schiermonnikoog , which is also a national park, and is as close to heaven as Im going to get this side of Paradise (and Hawaii). For the dog it is sheer unadulterated bliss, and for us that also counts heavily. Watching her have that much fun is contagious. You can always be in the moment when watching that dog being allowed to just…be a dog. I am delighted that it is quite accessible from where we live, even as a day trip.
There’s a ferry that makes the journey 3 times a day. Everyone gets a ticket, even the dog, and then it’s 45 mins of slowly making our way across very changeable sea-bottom.
We stay at a place that rents small apartments, which is happily located at the very end of the road, so it looks out at the sea. If you look at the map, the hotel is situated just at the elbow of the island, which affords a stunning view of endless skies, water, and beach.
The apartment we rent
The restaurant is very good and serves a first class selection of snacks, lunches, and full meals. As an aside, there was one notable occasion last winter when we were eating dinner, and the place was being plagued by an unchained little boy who had clearly watched too many war movies with his English father. He was running around “blowing things up”, shooting at invisible enemies, talking into his sleeve like it was a radio and generally conducting a noisy war all by himself. This was already annoying, but suddenly the kid shouted at full, ear-piercing volume, “Cover me in case any Germans are coming!” Carel and I froze, forks halfway to our mouths, and stared at each other in horror and disbelief – did we really just hear that?!! It was tremendously embarrassing; there’s an unwritten rule here: Dont Mention The War. And the restaurant had at least 3 German couples eating at that time. His parents – amazingly- completely failed to shut the kid down. *gulp*. I surreptitiously looked at our fellow diners. No-one said a word. We cautiously resumed eating as the kid called in an air strike on the lighthouse. Wow. Just….wow.
The chocolate pie is awesome.
The Belgian waffle is lovely too – crisp, lightly sweet, with a very tart-sweet red currant preserver and of course, whipped cream.
One of my favorite drinks when I’m cold and wet is a coffee with a healthy shot of Liquor 43 in it, topped with a large dollop of whipped Dutch cream.
At night it’s really nice to sit by the fire and have a glass of wine, relax, and watch the sun set.
The whole island is a national park, and only residents can drive cars, so that means there are essentially none. Dogs are more than welcome and can run free on the beach, the dunes, and are also welcome in the restaurant. Most people just put their dogs under the table to snooze while they eat, but Daisy being the adored princess that she is, gets a seat by the fire, curled up in an armchair. After a long day of running in the frigid waters of the North Sea, and chasing rabbits over hill and dune, she’s usually limp with exhaustion and is happy to get into her chair and snooze.
That is one deliriously happy dog.
They have beanbags outside in the suntime, and they’re really nice to sit and snooze on when you’re just too tired to do anything else.
I mentioned kite-surfers, here’s one
There is a lighthouse on the island which is still very much in use, and watching the light sweep around at night is hypnotic and – to me – very soothing.
That light in the photo above is the beam from the lighthouse, just beginning its evening’s work. If it’s not raining, the sunsets bring people from across the island, out of the restaurant, and out into the freezing wind to watch and photograph them.
We went to look at the tulip fields, but found to our regret we were late; they were already 95% harvested. We did find a few fields that were still mostly intact…
…but even as we watched a guy driving a …tulpenbeheader? was cutting them down. I imagine it’s old hat to someone who does it every year, and I know why they do it, but it sure pains me to see the flowers just being chopped down to wither where they fall. All that beauty just destroyed. Pff.
The other field we found was unbelievable. The colors were all so bright they looked unreal. Even the green was blinding.
Having been thwarted in our mission to see the tulip fields, we drove looking for lunch. Along the way Carel spotted a guy who was loading big sheaves of what turned out to be would-be thatch for the house roofs of the wealthy. That’s a sight you don’t see often.
Have some buttercups!
We drove into a small town called Marknesse looking for lunch and on an absolute whim decided to try a place that said it served Vietnamese and Chinese food. Im very leery of Asian food outside of big cities, and in the Netherlands in particular. This is a culture that does not use a lot of spice in their food. I like my Thai, Cantonese and Vietnamese blisteringly hot, please!
We went in, sat down, and I asked the lady who brought our menus if they served pho. It took about 5 mins and her fetching out a man from the back to get my question across, and then I saw understanding and regret dawn in their faces. “I have the soup,” the man said, making a face, “but not the vegetables. And without the vegetables, it is not right. It is not good. And it is not pho.” The lady explained that the correct greens were very hard to find, and prohibitively expensive if located. A bit later she came with our food, and went to fetch plates for us.
Meanwhile, I had removed a saucer from under something and was beginning to make a puddle of soy sauce and chili oil. I had been very excited to see the chili oil, sitting on the table along with the other standard condiments, like it should do in any Asian place (but doesn’t, here!). I was making a proper puddle after so long, and I was really happy. She saw me making my puddle and her face lit up. Then there was quite a bit of chatter in her hodgepodge Dutch and shaky English, my halting Dutch, and Carel translating while trying to hide a smile at it all.
The food was pretty good! And! we walked out with a big cupful of the chili oil, to my extreme happiness. I’d asked where to buy it (I’ve been looking for it since I got here and haven’t found it. Sambal Olek, yes, but it’s not as good and not nearly as hot) and she told me that they make it themselves, and then hesitantly offered to sell me some. I agreed immediately, and now I have a couple years worth of chili happiness for the price of 3 whole Euros. I put it in an empty bottle of Nashoba’s Northern Comfort, and it looks great. Ah, bliss.
Yummy, yummy mushroom mixture that goes wonderfully well over anything bland – pasta, chicken, pork, or as a side dish. It’s very filling, so expect to be sleepy after you’ve had dinner….
- 2 large onions
- 500g (about a pound) of mushrooms, whatever sort make you happy
- dry white wine, or Cognac
- Italian seasoning
- Balsamic glaze/cream
- Salt and pepper
- a little olive oil
- truffle oil to finish, if you like it
Mince the onions, and sautee’ them over a slow fire with some olive oil until they’re translucent and a little brown. Meanwhile, slice the mushrooms or chop them up if you’re lazy, it doesn’t matter in the end.
When the onions are done, add the mushrooms and a palmful of the herbs, a little salt, mix around and let it simmer over a slow fire with a lid on it until the mushrooms are soft. Stir the mixture now and then.
Pour in a bit of booze, enough to cover the bottom of the pan, cover it up again. Meanwhile start your pasta water boiling (or whatever you plan to serve it with. I’m making it for pasta – fresh noodles from the market).
Taste it. Herby? Savory? Good. Add a generous squirt of balsamic glaze, and stir it so the mixture becomes a rich brown. Taste it some more. Adjust things until it tastes right. Turn the heat up a little, uncover it, and go have a drink of water.
What you’re aiming at is a nice, brown, rich gooey mess of mushrooms without much liquid. When it has reached that point, turn the fire off and cover it. When your pasta is ready, at the very last moment stir in some creme fraiche, mascarpone, Greek yogurt…anything rich and creamy, enough to just blend in and lighten the color of it a little. Pour over your pasta, finish with a drizzle of truffle oil if you like it, and serve.
This is really rich, so I like to serve it with a nice big salad and fruit for dessert. Dried figs stewed in red wine and balsamic are a great choice, but too heavy for Spring.
A nice light, dry while wine is perfect with it, and some lovely crunchy crusty bread to scrape your bowl with.
We woke up this morning and saw…sunshine! On a weekend day! This never happens. I quickly looked at the forecast for Sunday and the rest of the week, and it’s dismal: rain and no warmer than 13C (48F). Well! That decided things in a hurry. Road trip!
Carel suggested Sneek, It’s on my list, so we packed up the dog, who is always up for an adventure, and headed out. Sneek is in Fryslan (Friesland) and is one of the 11 cities that make up the Elfstedentocht course. It’s been a city for a long, long time – it got city rights in 1456, and was critical for the shipping trade in its heyday. Now it’s the site many popular sailing races, and a center for water-centered-sport of all kinds. Also, as we found out, a major shopping center. Sneek, also known as Snits, hee!! here we come!
It’s about an hour away, like everything else in the Netherlands. It was a really pretty drive, all lush countryside, horses, cows, sheep and wide, wide Dutch skies. They call these clouds “stapelwolken” – stacked clouds, because, well…they are!
We forgot to stop and take a photo of the town’s sign, so you’ll just have to take my word that someone would name a town Snits. We stopped outside the city center and found a place to park, just in front of a “coffee shop” called Heaven. Directly across the street from where we left the car is the Waterpoort, or Watergate.
I found some stairs leading down to a small walkway right along the side of the bridge at water level so I went down, and as we were taking these photos*, the bridge started to go up.
Apparently it costs 2 Euro to have them raise the bridge for you. How that money is collected here is a mystery to me, but Carel tells me that some bridge-keepers use a fishing pole with a wooden shoe hung from it to reach out to the boats and gather their tolls. I’m not sure if he was pulling my leg or not. [Editor’s note: Carel swears it’s true and showed me a photo to back it up] That vertical on the top right is half of the bridge, wide open to allow the boat to pass. It was a rather jarring sight, this great big modern motor boat with the ancient Waterpoort behind it!
After this behemoth passed, we went back up and crossed the bridge and headed toward the town center to see what there was to see. I took a photo from the middle of the Waterpoort.
We passed by a set of herenhuizen (gentleman’s houses) that had what I am told is some very old-fashioned brickwork. I was lucky enough to find some of it right alongside a more modern house, so I can show you the difference.
On the left is the modern type, which is nice and sensible and normal looking: bricks with mortar in between and slightly sunken. On the right is the older way of doing it, and for the life of me I don’t understand how it is done. The mortar extends above the brick and the surface is smoothed flat. How do they do that without getting the stuff all over the bricks? It must cost a fortune to have that restored today.
On our way downtown I noticed that even the trashcans here have little hats to keep the rain out!
We came up alongside the church and noticed an odd structure, built all of weird angles and…well, somehow very Dutch looking to me.
It is apparently a bell tower, restored in the 1800s and again in the 1960s. Standing right next to it and looking back at the church was dizzying, all the angles and verticals. It really looks like I’m holding the camera in a tilt, but the bikes prove I wasn’t. Strange!
We were hungry and needed a break so we stopped at a cafe’ that had outdoor seating to accommodate the dog, and settled in for some people watching accompanied by hot chocolate (met slagroom, of course!) and a snack. Carel had a ragoutbroodje that smelled wonderful and attracted the dog’s enraptured attention. I chose to sample the dessert that the bakery had won an award for in 2010 – a piece of oranjekoek (orange cookie).
I had to look it up, and found out that it was originally a Frisian wedding sweet. It’s a sort of gingerbread with a layer of marzipan in the middle, with a thin layer of pink icing on the top. Why it’s pink and not orange as the name suggests it should be, is a mystery. If you want to try and make your own, someone posted a recipe. It was very good. I’d have it again without hesitation.
We went on and found that the center of the town was a whole lot bigger than we had anticipated. It was a sea of people and endless retail stores, ranging from well-known large clothing brands to small flower shops and everything in between, criss-crossed with canals lined with market stalls selling food and snacks; the dog inspected every passerby to make sure they didn’t have food for her. She’s a funny creature. I saw her look up directly at a man holding a phone in front of him, zero in on what he was holding – “Oh. Not food, too bad!” – and she shrugged and moved on. To think people believe dogs can’t talk! Mixed in with all the capitalism were some nice examples of classic Dutch architecture, too.
This kind of building is called a “trapgevel” (stairway house).
As we went back to the car I got a really nice shot of the Waterpoort up the canal from us, with a wonderfully dramatic Dutch sky as a backdrop.
That was it for Sneek. It was only 2PM, though, and we were not ready to call it a day yet. We thought we’d try and find someplace to let the dog out and have a run, and as we were driving along Carel noticed a sign which announced that a specific boat-race he’d told me about on the way down was happening this weekend! Sure enough there was a teeming mass of sails over yonder, so we found a way to go park next to the lake and have a look.
This race was just a practice skûtsjesilen, but who cared? The old fashioned boats looked lovely, and watching them maneuver around made me think wistfully of my father. He loved sailboats, and I wish so much I could share this with him. These grand old ladies were once just cargo boats, but have been preserved and loved, and now they are one of the prides of Friesland.
We also saw this gorgeous old boat, towing a tiny little boat behind it. I swear it looked like a mama duck with a duckling following her.
We walked along the bike path, letting the dog run free. There were quite a few other dogs there, including a 9 month old Rottweiler puppy that Daisy played with happily. That dog and another young black dog of uncertain lineage were chasing sticks into the water, and she watched them intently. After they left, she indicated she might be interested in trying this new game.
…so I started throwing a stick a short way into the water. I like this photo; how everything in it is moving forward at once!
Stick in flight! This is where I stop to express my astonishment that this kind of photo can be taken by a telephone. WOW. Click on it. Look how everything is in focus, from my face to the dog’s body and the stick hanging in mid-air.
This new game was received with much enthusiasm, even if she did get confused by the water hiding the smell of the stick. She’d wander around poking her head underwater looking for it, and would usually find it by bumping into it, but hey. It was her first try and she’s allowed some slack. She was awfully pleased with herself, and rightly so. She’s afraid of water, so this is big progress for her.
Another “Wow, my phone is amazing” comment – if you click on the next two photos, the detail is truly amazing. It even keeps the water drooling out of her mouth in focus.
This is a great shot taken by Carel! I love it. Everything is so clear (thanks, iPhone 4Gs!), even the water splashing around her paws. She is just beaming with pride, striding out of the water like she’d been doing this all her life and there’s even a conveniently placed boat in the background for a touch of Dutch. Awesome!
Some time later we were all tired, the dog was sopping wet and very happy, and I had a stew to make so we went back to the car, realized sadly that we didn’t have a towel for the dog, yuck! and drove home.
Home now please?
*I feel compelled to note that all these photos are straight off my phone. I haven’t edited them at all. Yay, amazing camera quality on a phone. Boo, not making them perfect.
THIS RECIPE IS FULLY ENDORSED BY THE DOG. SHE THINKS IT’S THE BEST THING SINCE BUNNY RABBITS.
It’s spring. What better way to celebrate than to eat a cute lamb? A friend of mine gave me the link to this remarkably simple recipe. My adopted little brother gave me some lamb.
Voila’! It was amazing. It was so delicious that I feel compelled to share it here, with my edits because I am totally incapable of following a recipe. I have to tinker with it; it’s endemic.
Find some lamb. This recipe is for a kilo (about 2 pounds), which is double the original. Yeah, it was so good that the second time I made it I doubled the recipe so we would have leftovers. So:
- 1 kilo of lamb, cut into ~1 inch cubes. Can be bigger, or smaller. Whatever. Cut it up for stewing.
- 4 onions, minced
- 1 large spoonful of minced garlic. I cheat and used the store-bought kind. If you’re chopping cloves I’d guess about 4 large ones
- 4 bay leaves
- 500 grams/4 ounces pancetta (or bacon if you can’t find pancetta, the thicker and better quality the bacon, the better) cut into small strips
- A bottle of red wine. The more rich and full bodied it is, the better your stew will be
- 800 g/2 cans unflavored tomatoes – all I can find here is the whole peeled ones, so I chop them up before putting them in the stew
- Some maple syrup, or sugar, or strawberry jelly. Not preserves!
- A few spoonfuls of flour
- Thyme, a palmful
- Salt and pepper
Slowly cook the pancetta in the pot you intend to use for the stew until it is crisp and brown. This takes time and patience, but is well worth it because the slow cooking will melt the fat and that lovely stuff will add depth and flavor to your stew. If the bottom of the pan starts to burn before the pancetta is done, add some of the wine and stir it round to loosen the brown yummy stuff and let it cook off. Repeat this process until done. Remove from heat.
In a large bowl mix the flour, pepper, and thyme. Dredge the chunks of lamb in this mixture until each piece is well-coated, and fry them in small batches in very hot oil until brown on all sides. As each batch is done, toss it in the stewpot on top of the bacon. When you’re finished with the lamb, you can re-use the frying pan to cook the onions and garlic in. Sautee them slowly until translucent and maybe a little brown. Add them to the meat.
Put the stew on heat, add the tomatoes – juice and all – and then enough wine to cover it all, and mix it up gently. Put the lid on, bring it to a fast simmer, then lower the heat until it’s just barely simmering and walk away for an hour and a half or so. It really needs at least two hours to cook it or it won’t taste right. Trust me on this.
Come back later and taste it. Add some sweetener – maple syrup or strawberry jelly is best, but you can use sugar, just add it a little at a time to counter the acidity of the canned tomatoes. Keep tasting it until it’s right. Salt and pepper as you wish. Let it cook until you can’t stand it anymore and then serve.
I paired it with roasted carrots, Brussels sprouts and potatoes, and the rest of the wine. Heel, heel lekker!
[Editor’s note – Two crucial things to ensure the success of this recipe: it HAS to simmer for at least two hours. I’ve made it twice now and both times it did not reach the state of wonderfulness that makes us want to roll around in the stuff until 2 hours had passed. It needs an hour minimum after you add the sweetener. The sweetener is also crucial if you are using canned tomatoes. Carel tasted the stew before I added the maple syrup, and made a face. “Ew. Very metallic!” Yeah. And that’s using the tomatoes in a lined can. You absolutely need to counter that flavor or you will have wasted a couple pounds of very costly meat. So. Sweetener, and time. Use both. It will fail if you don’t.]
Otherwise more prosaically known as venison stew. I adapted a recipe I found online. These are the ingredients I used:
- 1 kilo boned venison shoulder
- 2 tbsp oil
- 2 onions, peeled and roughly chopped
- 150g piece smoked streaky bacon or pancetta diced
- 2 garlic cloves, peeled and crushed
- 1 tbsp plain flour
- 1 can Champignon ragout (or cream of mushroom soup)
- 1 package sliced mushrooms
- 300ml dark beer
- 2 tsp soft light brown sugar
- 1 or 2 bay leaves
- 2 sprigs of thyme
- a few squirts of balsamic cream
- salt, pepper, and chili oil
- 500g potatoes, the kind that dissolve when you cook them long enough
- Roasted baby carrots and mash, to serve
I cut the venison up into 1 inch cubes, and seared them over high heat with the oil, then reserved it to a bowl.
Then I minced the onion, and sauteed them slowly in the same pan until translucent, and a little brown. Then the pancetta. And then tossed the whole mess into the bowl with the meat.
Into a large, heavy bottomed stainless steel pot went the mushroom ragout. I rinsed out the sautee’ pan with a little beer, and poured it into the pot. You don’t want to miss out on all the yummy brown stuff! Then I dumped in the meat/onion/pancetta mixture, then the sliced mushies. While stirring I added the flour a little at a time, then the sugar, then poured in enough beer to just cover it all.
- VERY IMPORTANT! This stew is only going to be as good as the beer you use. Find the best, richest, heaviest, darkest, most alcoholic beer you can get your hands on. Something made by Belgian monks is a good choice. Guinness would work too, but you want something a little sweeter if you can get it.
Add the thyme, bay leaf, pepper, and a little salt. Bring to a slow boil and then reduce to the barest simmer, cover, and walk away for an hour or so. Then add the balsamic cream, and chili oil to taste. Stir it, and correct as you think is good. Add the potatoes. Cover it and let it cook for at least another 2 hours. Sometimes during that, come back and mush up the potatoes so that they are reduced to flour. This will thicken your stew perfectly. If you don’t want to use potatoes, you can use flour or corn starch, but becareful and add it a little at a time, stirring a lot and allowing the flour to absorb liquid before you add more. You don’t want to turn it into glop.
Total cooking time: about 3.5 hours for it to come out right.
I served this with roasted carrots and mashed potatoes:
- Cut up a bunch of baby carrots by slicing them lengthwise. Toss with olive oil and salt, spread in a single layer in a baking sheet, and pop into a 400 degree oven (200C) until brown and yummy. Roasting brings out the carroty flavor in a marvelous way.
- Boil 500g potatoes (the right kind – in The Netherlands there are so many kinds of potatoes you really have to be careful! Here, you need the “vast” or “solid” potatoes for this) until you can easily pierce them with a fork. Drain them, throw in some butter, mash them, add a little roasted garlic – I use the kind that comes in a jar because I’m lazy – and some milk or cream, salt and pepper, and mash until they are the consistency you want them. Cover and let rest for 5 mins while you assemble the meal.
If you made only enough stew for one meal, right before serving, add a big bag of spinach and stir it in. The heat of the stew will cook the leaves just right. If you made enough to have leftovers, don’t do that, cos the spinach will turn yucky when you re-heat it. Instead, pack the bowls you intend to serve the stew in with spinach, and then ladle the meat over it. Wait a few minutes and stir it up.
- This will add visual interest to an otherwise really boring looking bowl, it tastes good, and spinach is really good for you!
Enjoy! This is really, really good, and very easy!
Spring has spung in The Netherlands, and with the rare and delicious blessing of sunny weather this weekend, we decided to go on another road trip. Carel found us an unusual National Monument to visit – a Dutch desert. It’s not big, of course, but it is a very different landscape from the usual Dutch array of rich grazing lands, trees, and canals. Het Drouwenerzand is an area of drifting, shifting sand dunes and sparse vegetation, caused hundreds of years ago by overgrazing, over-clearing of the heather and timber, and the mining of glacial boulders for use in building towns.
In relatively recent times, most of the area has been reclaimed and restored to its original healthy green state, but a portion of the desert was kept and made a National Monument – to which I promptly said “What, a monument on how not to do something? How very Dutch!” Honestly, I have no idea what the motivation was, but it does serve as a stark reminder of what can happen if you don’t take care of your land!
First we went downtown for a visit to the Apple store, to get a case for my new phone and ask how much it would cost to repair my grievously wounded iPad. As we drove there I was delighted to see the crocus were up and in full bloom. Carel is much more blase’ about them than I am, familiarity breeding contempt and all, but he was willing to stop and let me take some photos.
I love how Dutch this one is – bulb flowers and a bicyclist zooming by!
I just love that the city plants these flowers everywhere. Nature then takes over and they spread all over the place. Gorgeous! These were in the center of a large round-about which is big enough to be a tiny park, with benches, statuary, and little paths.
As expected the Apple store wanted too much and we will be taking it to a 3rd party repair place. 300 EU to repair a cracked screen? Are they MAD?! I got a bumper for the iPhone 4 though, and I am now much happier about handling it. All the photos on this post were taken with it. The camera is amazing, and the iPhoto app on the iPad is really flexible and fun to use for post-processing. Being able to make all my edits by touching the image instead of fiddling with the endlessly over-complex Photoshop is great. Of course, it can’t do a fraction of what Photoshop can do, but for basic image editing, it’s perfect. That was 5 bucks very well spent.
Having taken a zillion flower photos, we headed out to Gasselte, which is the little town closest to the nature reserve we wanted to see. The reserve turned out to be more difficult to find than anticipated since some genius had the bright idea of building an amusement park right next to it and calling it the same thing. We finally figured out where the nature park was, found a place to leave the car, saddled up the dog and started off. This map posted at the start of the trailhead gave us a clue we were in the right area, but it didnt have a “you are here” spot on it, so we guessed, and struck off into the woods.
The dog was absolutely thrilled to have her freedom and ran off at the speed of light, making mad loops and circles around us at dizzying speed, leaping logs, dodging low hanging branches, launching herself from the tops of hillocks in a manner that did my heart good to see. You’d never know she’s got serious back trouble!
I saw a gorgeous old tree all covered with moss, arms reaching to the sky.
It looked like some mossy stairway to heaven for fairies or something. It reminded me somehow of the story “The Golden Key” by George McDonald.
Oh, ever so dramatic!
We walked on, not really sure where we were going, but we kept turning left and assumed we would eventually arrive at the desert. Since we could see some clear sky through the trees ahead, we figured we were on the right path. We obviously weren’t moving fast enough for Daisy, who waited impatiently for us some distance ahead.
Finally we found the entrance to the area, which was guarded by a gate and a cattle guard. Carel lifted Daisy over it and we leashed her since we did not want her to trample the delicate landscape or to chase the local yak population. They’re not really aggressive, but the males do weigh 800 kilos (1800 pounds) and I wouldn’t want one of them to get annoyed with my little dog. She IS a cattle dog, after all, and her genes would tell her all the wrong things – HERD THAT COW! – which the cow would likely object to rather violently.
Scottish Highland cow
We came over a little rise and wow. What a very, very not-Dutch landscape!
The sun came out and made all the sand into gold…
Carel was off taking a photo, and I saw the chance for a really great shot of Daisy’s POV.
It was time to leave, and we made good our escape, having bothered noone and done no harm. I saw one thing that puzzled me no end, though.
What, there are beavers here? With no running water in sight? And if not beavers, then WHAT ATE THAT TREE?