Day 9.

When I came back this morning from the supermarket to buy the newspaper, gulls where sitting on, and flying over the harvested cornfields. 

A white sea, a blue sky and a golden field....in front of our house.

Or as Maaike said today: the farmer is sowing gulls.

She and Louis came today by bus from Warffum.

It was emotional for me to share my feelings with them.

We have met a few times now, but I feel we know eachother already a long time.

Friendship.

I drove them back home in the afternoon and we passed:

Hornhuizen.

Kleine Huisjes.

Pieterburen.

Den Andel.

Before arriving in Warffum.

Bram was very weak today.

Partly I think because of the very warm weather today.

Tonight I phoned up to Buurtzorg to ask if they could come over to check.

Alice came.

Checked everything.

Bloodpressure a little too high, but dropped later.

We talked.

Had a laugh.

And he felt a little better.

Later:

A glass of cold white wine outside.

Darkness came.

Birgitta went to bed.

Bram a bit later.

I am sitting now alone outside.

Stars allover in the sky.

Silence has fallen over this place.

A gull is screaming.

Bram is snoring.

And I feel calm and writing this blog.