We can hardly believe it, but the weather has changed! Right in time cause we planned a weekend in Wilsum with Bram's parents. Wilsum is a small village on the brink of the river IJssel, in the eastern rural part of the Netherlands. The yards are a bit more spacey, with room for vegetables, fruit trees and marvellous flower compositions. Bram's dad Ivan is a wizard with roses, just like his great-aunt Ma Jet!
After a lovely lunch Maud feels like a nap, so she misses the arrival of the sweeties. The boys make up by jumping on top of her after deciding sleeping aunties are boring. This is the perfect introduction of their new hobby: grapple.
It is also the first day of the European Championship Succer, so David has to join uncle B and oupa in watching all and every game, boring or not. This leaves poor Jelle uncle Ivan jr. (sorry, hernia), dad Maarten (sorry, pimping laptops) and, yuk, females for grappling. Though he must admit mom Christine is a good match...
Linde compensates for being the smallest by being the most strong willed, and a fierce soccer-player. No way getting past her and ouma Tineke for the boys!
We put a cherry on our cake by spending the evening in front of the outside fireplace with the neighbours and South African wine. No wonder everyone is latish Sunday morning! Again the weather is so nice: sunny and dry, perfect for sipping a cupper or two outside before really waking up.
Finally we manage to drive to the brink of the IJssel to do some bird watching and enjoy a light liquid lunch before we hop on a train back to urban Holland.
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