What use legs if not to take you down the road? What use eyes if not to see what lay beyond the horizon? What use hands if not to open doors?

Chris Claremont

The wind was blowing with Beaufort 8 sand not just across the bridge but into our faces and between our teeth. It was a great, very memorable adventure crossing the bridge to the Arche Noah restaurant from where we watched people being blown across the beach and kit surfers mastering the waves in places that hadn’t seen water in a long time. It was wild.

On other days, we discovered Heide’s oldest shop, selling hats. Pádraig got himself a Stetson cap. Beautiful. We had dinner in the Clubhouse of Eiderstedt’s oldest Bossel Club which had organised and played local and international matches, involving Ireland, France, and The Netherlands, commemorated by the balls hanging from the ceiling. We had a snack at the Eidersperrwerk, cake in the Schweizer Haus, and a long walk to Germany’s most famous lighthouse in Westerhever.

This past week we certainly made good use of our eyes, legs, and hands – to see beyond the horizon, to walk down several roads, and to open doors.

Life was, is beautiful.