A story in 7 parts.
It was a day much like any other March day. The sun was out, and although it was not making much of an effort to chivvy Spring on its way, it managed to pull me away from my scores and outside in a direction of a park I hadn't visited before.
Part one was easy, through a park already traversed many times, and along an avenue of trees much to be found in many a Dutch public place.
Part two took me opposite Madurodam (of model village fame) and across the perplexing mini spaghetti junctions of the Hubertustunnel. Then finally to the entrance of the Hubertuspark, with its beautiful view of traffic and the Hubertusviaduct, working my way up through to the dizzying heights of three hundred metres above sea-level. Oh my. Oxygen was provided half-way up.
Parts three and four, the discovery of so many conifers and firs in a city full of deciduous trees, gave a real tug on the home-sick heartstrings...
... but in part five there were signs of Spring alongside the evergreens to gladden the eye, too.
Then suddenly part six. Nobody expects the Den Haagian Sandquisition!
Yet, confused as I was at finding sand dunes at the top of the highest point in the city (and on further research it appears this area has been like this forever, used at one time for hunting, then as a training ground for artillery practise, which might explain some of the interesting terrain at the top, until now in its current incarnation as a nature preservation) I was delighted to be able to hide myself in the shade of a not very big tree at all! Huzzah for part seven!
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