Bûter, brea en griene tsiis, wa’t dat net sizze kin, is gjin oprjochte Fries

Bûter, brea en griene tsiis, wa’t dat net sizze kin, is gjin oprjochte Fries

I don’t expect you to understand the title of this story, but it has everything to do with the region we walked today, Friesland.

In the Middle Ages there used to be a folk hero in this region called “Grutte Pier”, he was a true freedom fighter and, according to legend, he let every man he imprisioned say the words: bûter, brea en griene tsiis, wa’t dat net sizze kin, is gjin oprjochte Fries, to be sure he did not imprision a true Frisian. It means if you can’t say butter, bread and green cheese, you are not a true Frisian.


Driving to Friesland this morning I had to think about my father, who passed away seven years ago. On days like this I miss him and would love to call him tonight and tell him all about my walk in the region he was born and grew up in. We both love this region and coming here today feels like coming home.

He was the one who taught this  Frisian saying to me.

National Parc

National Parc Drents Friese Wold is our place to be for today. The Peaker who is guiding us around this beautiful area is Manon. Manon has a special relationship to this area. As a child she came here often, and she also has a special connection to the watchtower, which I will tell you all about later.

Together with seven other Dutch Peakers we walked in this beautiful and special area. This National Parc is one of the largest natural areas in the Netherlands.  It contains over 6000 acres of wood, heather and shifting sand.

Although the Parc has over 130km (80 miles) of footpaths, we walked just a small part of it, and were impressed by the beauty.

Celtic Tree horoscope

Right at the beginning of our walk we passed a circle of logs. Every log had a plate with the name of a tree. Based upon your birth date you have your own tree ( there are 12 in total).

When I did some background research on the internet I read that the Celts, just like the Chinese and the Western World, developed their own horoscope. In the religion of the Celts, nature takes a central part. The Celts worshipped the earth. Trees, rocks and rivers were sacred. Everywhere in their religion they had holy trees, and every tribe had its own family tree.

I, for example, was born on the 3th of february, therefor I am a Cypress. But I am very close to the Cottonwood. It’s likely I have different characteristics from both trees.

It says I am a independent fighter but also a carefree social bird. I leave it up to you, and all of those who think they know me, see for yourself if there is some truth in it.

The Watchtower

As we walked on we saw a huge watchtower on the side of a large pool. Manon told us that the border between the two regions Frisian and Drenthe was right in the middle of the pool.

Standing on top of the watchtower we could overlook a great part of the environment.

The watchtower has a somewhat special story. It was built in 1995 by young people who attended a boarding school for students with special needs. Having these young people going to this boardingschool kept them from derailing.

Nowadays local authorities in the Netherlands have to finance these prevention measures,  instead of our government. All around us we see these important projects disapear.

To Manon this tower has another important meaning. At the time the tower was built her father was operation manager at the boarding school.

It makes her sad to know there are plans to tear down the tower and rebuilt it closer to the entrance of the parc. Closer to the entrance means closer to the parking lot. Tourists need not walk the whole distance (aproxiametly 5km (3miles)) to enjoy the wonderfull view.

Manon has mixed feelings about it. She is a social worker herself and sees that everything that has anything to do with prevention is cut out.

The silver lining in this story is that there is still no money found to tear the tower apart, so we can hope it will take a very, very long time before they do.

One receives far more than he seeks

John Muir once said that in every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks. This is the sixth walk of our challenge and every walk I come home with so  many stories. I learn about professions I have never heard before. I learn to look at some professions through different lenses. I learn new things and combine them with what I already know. But most of all, I learn so much by just listening and asking questions.

Today for example I walked for quite some time with Ria. I first met Ria last july (2018) in Utrecht. At that time Ria was almost at the end of her Master degree in History.

When she was doing some research for her Masters, she was suposed to review a text written in a handwriting nobody had ever seen before. One of these handwritings contained medical information. Because Ria once was a chiropractor ,it caught her attention. She even lived for six months in Scotland because two professors of St.Andrews University knew a lot about this subject. She told me she narrowed her topic of study down to the transfer of medical knowledge in the 7th and 8th century. Isn’t that interesting? I would never have tought of doing research on a subject like that. Awesome!

Besides that Ria and I both share a love for Glasgow, but that’s another story!

Having had all these wonderfull conversations  today and learned so much, I hope you understand why after this walk I wished I could call my dad and tell him all about it.

I didn’t ask my Dutch Peakers if they could pronounce the sentence I started with because I have no desire to imprission anyone…

Dutch Peakers on fire

Dutch Peakers on fire

We survived because the fire

Inside us burned brighter

Than the fire around me

Joshua Graham

This morning I woke up at 5:30 am, not by the sound of the alarm clock but by the singing of birds outside. It’s the first morning of this year that they wake me up with their beautiful songs, and I know spring is definitely on its way.

If I get woken up like this there is not a lot that can hold me back from starting the day with a happy feeling and a big smile upon my face. I like to turn over for a little while and let the day slowly take over the night. I think about what the day has in store for me and again a smile appears upon my face. It’s another Dutch Peakers Walking day. I know for certain that at this time, at least one other Peaker is awake. Not only awake but probably also done with her workout for today. I can’t think of any other Dutch Peaker that is more dedicated to the program than our Miranda

Miranda had a hip replacement surgery in 2017. To make a long story short, the surgeon who did the replacement messed up and she had to consult another surgeon. After that came another surgery, in another hospital. She suffers from severe osteoarthritis in her knees, hips and back and now she’s seeing a rheumatologist. And this lady is doing the program every single day. I applaud her.

Today this awesome lady is our host on our next walk. For the second time we are going to walk in the region of Noord-Holland, the region where we had our first walk of this year. This time Miranda takes us with her to IJmuiden.

IJmuiden actually has four harbours and can be called one of the largest sea harbours of the Netherlands. Only Rotterdam and Amsterdam have bigger harbours. For those of you who go to Scotland by boat, the ferry to New Castle leaves from the harbour of IJmuiden. Additionally, IJmuiden is the biggest fishing harbour in the Netherlands.

When I nearly approached the place we would meet today I had to pass a very large industrial area and I wondered where on earth our walk was going to be. Not much later I was standing in the middle of the dunes!

Standing in the dunes we couldn’t see the ferry in the harbour, but we did see another large (well you can call it huge) cruise ship.

Miranda told us that today’s walk was aproximetly 15km (9.5 miles). She didn’t get the chance to walk it by herself, so we don’t blame her (not at all) that 15km turned out to actually be 19km (11miles)! I hear some of you think, how is that possible? Well, I can come up with a lot of excuses but I won’t. We simply had to walk back and forth a few times.

I refuse to start the discussion whether women are worse roadmap readers then men, for the simple reason that sometimes roads on maps are not what they look like in real life. And second, I do know a man, and I won’t call any names (starts with an S and ends on AM), who can’t read maps either, and eventually end up on an American Air Force Base without any ID. At least we ended up with some nice firemen! (More on that in a bit.)

Anyway we did a little back and forth on our walk, but who cares? The sun was shining, the company great and the surroundings were beautiful.

Or as our fresh Peaker Marit looked at the situation:

“I now understand how you get people to break grounds. You just let them walk back and forth. They have to come along with you, they have no choice, and in the end you tell them they break their grounds”. That’s what she said with a big smile on her face, and she had every right to. She really was breaking her own grounds by walking 19km. Her longest walk previously was about 11km (6 miles). Marrit, we are so proud of you.

 Today I also talked and walked with Marjolein. Marjolein works for a very large insurance company as an account executive for corporations. I talked to her about occupational hazard. For example, as a teacher, I always got distracted by schools, schoolbuildings, children playing, etc. I think everybody who loves his or her job does that, aware or unaware. Marjolein tells me that whenever she’s abroad she looks at large buildings, considering at what rate they could be insured. 

Jeanette is a hairdresser and as we pass by some hairdressers she had to look into the shop window to look what products they sell. You see, everybody has occupational hazards.

 There is a Dutch saying; het venijn zit in de staart (the devil is in the detail). As we saw the end of the walk approaching we had a little discussion whether to walk back through the dunes to get to the cars or just follow the road. It was hot, and because of the back and forth walking some of us were done with walking.

As we were deciding what to do we saw smoke coming out of the dunes.

Talking about occupational hazards, Marjolein and Jeanette immediately walked over to where the fire was, working to put out the fire with some water they had, and stomping on it with their feet. In the meantime, the fire brigade was called and although we told them the fire was over, they came anyway to check if the fire was definitely out. Never a dull moment walking with Dutch Peakers! These are the moments you will never forget. It’s the fire inside us that kept us going today.

Met dank aan Ellen Overman, Marjolein Kuijvenhoven en Miranda van Dam voor de foto’s

If we don’t do anything

If we don’t do anything

If we don’t do anything,

Who will?

What we see is unacceptable;

It’s up to you and me…

Our only hope is you and me.


I translated these few lines from a Dutch song. Not just any song, it’s a song from the Dutch Musical Soldaat van Oranje.

The musical is based on the life of one of our greatest heroes, WWII resistance fighter Erik Hazelhoff Roelfzema. This musical has already attracted 2,8 million people.

In October, the Dutch Peakers learned that we would come to Edinburgh on the 4th and 5th of May, and we immediately started thinking of a place and a way to remember those who lost their lives in war, especially in WWII. Where could we find a suitable place?

We were very honored when the SNWM allowed us to do it here in Edinburgh Castle. Thank you so much for inviting us. It is a huge privilege on this special occasion to stand here in Edinburgh Castle, a fortress steeped in history and sacrifices of its own; sacrifices for this beautiful country that is hosting us.

As we entered the porch through a solid oak door, I wonder if you noticed the pelican over the inner door. If you did not, be sure to look at it when we leave.

Vanessa Viva Koomen

The pelican is feeding his young, and according to the myth, she does this with the blood from her own chest. The Pelican is an ancient symbol of sacrifice.

And now we are standing here to remember all of those who sacrificed their lives in WWII and all the other wars. Most of those soldiers at one time or another likely thought:

If we don’t do anything…

In the two minutes of silence we just had, and also in the weeks prior to this memorial a lot of thoughts crossed my mind. What was I going to say? I started to look up some old speeches on the website of the 4th and 5th committee. I read what had been said in the past and wanted to add some of my own thoughts to it.

Although we live in a democracy, we have to be, at all moments, aware of the danger around us.

Recently we had an act of terrorism in Utrecht and, be honest who didn’t think for a split second, when the Notre Dame was on fire, it might have been an act of terrorism? There was a time we thought these things only happened far away from us, or only in places with a lot of people. That time is over. Now we know it can happen anywhere.

Everywhere I look around me I see people building walls between different groups of people. Gradually and before you know it we find it normal. But is it normal?

On a night like this when we remember, we have to stand still and really listen to each other. When differences between people are getting bigger, we do have to ask ourselves if we are willing to open up for the truth.


It is neccesary to collect information first before we judge. Are we able to look with an open mind at situations? Recently I read an article that asked when do you stand up for the values that are important to you and when do you keep on reconciling with the situation that presents itself? Could you remain on the outside even when you witness terrible injustice?

If we don’t do anything…

Who will

This year it has been 74, almost 75 years since the Netherlands was liberated. As we stand here, some of you might have had parents or grandparents who actually witnessed WWII, but many of us do not. It is from our history lessons, stories of family members, books, and movies that we know how horrible this war must have been. How horrible any war must be. It is beyond imagination what it must be like when your freedom of speech is taken away, when there are so many things you are not allowed to do. When you live hidden somewhere in the woods, not knowing when and if you ever will see your family again. 

It is important that we keep on telling these stories of history so that something like that will never happen again. It’s up to us to pass the freedom on to all of our children and their children, for


What we see is unacceptable

Recently I read in the news that the Red Cross in the Netherlands will create lessons that teach our youth to phone the alarm number first before they start filming an accident.

Almost 90% of the population find that filming before calling for help is not normal, and still it happens on a daily basis.

And it’s not only accidents that are filmed but even worse. People are beaten up just because they are of a different race, culture or religion. Films are made of it and put out on the internet. So much damage and division has occurred. At times it seems people are losing sight of right and wrong. 

Those of us standing here are members of a large global community, and we believe that we can effect positive change in our lives while helping others. We challenge ourselves to live happier and healthier. We help ourselves in order that we may help others.

It’s up to you and me

Tomorrow we celebrate that we live in freedom. The day WWII came to an end. But it’s also a day to reflect to the importance of freedom and to realize freedom is vunerable.

The Army, the resistance fighters and all those who fought for our freedom, it’s now up to you and me to keep our freedom and pass it on to the next generation.

The number of Dutch underground people, who can tell us the stories of WWII, is reducing rapidly and it’s important we think about new initiatives to pass on the stories of freedom.

All over the Netherlands we organize Liberation Festivals. But not everybody finds those festivals attractive. In Amsterdam, our capital city, every year about 10.000 people come together to organize a freedom meal. The purpose of this initiative is to bring people together and communicate to each other about what freedom is to you. Because..

Silvia Schinkel

Our only hope is you and me

Hatred and violence will never win over tolerance and mutual respect. We should not let fear lead our lives.

Or as Einstein said:

“Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning”.

In conclusion, as we remember the past, we honor those who saw what was unacceptable and did what needed to be done. We thank those who made the ultimate sacrifice fighting for our freedom. As we look to the future, may we remember in this MPC community and the world at large, to be the ones who take action when needed to make the world a better place. Whether we are fighting for freedom, a cure for cancer, or to make the world a better place for our children, remember…it’s up to you and me. 


Into the mystic

Into the mystic

Smell the sea

And feel the sky

Let your soul and spirit fly

Into the mystic

                                              Van Morrison

Into the mystic

I was looking for a song or a quote to let you know how I experienced the next walk when I stumbled upon a song by Van Morrison called Into the Mystic. These few lines exactly express my feeling of today. Today is Saturday, and we are going to walk between the Hague and Kijkduin. It is a bit of a special day for me for today my sister is going to walk with me. She is fully recovered from her meningitis and already training for a 50km walk at the end of May. I am so proud of her!

Maart roert zijn staart 

There is a saying in the Netherlands: maart roert zijn staart (March is stirring its tail) and it means as much as you can expect…any kind of weather in March. It can rain heavily, it can be very windy but it can also be beautiful weather with the sun shining. Sometimes it even snows in March. No matter which month we are in, my day mostly starts with sunshine; sunshine in my head and sunshine in my heart. 

Forces of nature

Another thing that makes my day sunny is the knowlegde that within an hour and a quarter I will meet 13 other Peakers and a tiny little peaker boy. We are going to walk through the dunes and over the beach. How awesome is that? Totally different than the walks we did before.

To me the sea has something mystical. It brings back memories of my youth. We often used to go on an autumn holliday to one of the Frisian Islands. Standing on the beach while there was a huge storm going on, that’s when it felt mystical. On the one hand I have a deep respect for the force of nature of the sea, and on the other hand the feeling there is more between heaven and earth. The sea has a lot of power and can do awful things to us, and there is nothing we can do about it. Stormy water can be very dangerous, but the howling of the wind and the rustling of the waves towards the beach make me humble and respectful to a force I can not control.

Standing on the beach looking at this huge pool of water with nothing as far as I can see also gives me a feeling of freedom. It’s the same kind of freedom I experience when I’m at home, looking across the fields with nothing in sight for as far as the eye can see. There are no limits, nothing that blocks my view. I let my soul and spirit fly. 

Today’s host

Our host for today is Brenda. I first met Brenda in Glasgow, but I really got to know her last year when she helped me with my last piece of my puzzle. Together we changed my food pattern, and she helped me losing  weight. I had not felt so well in a very long time. All because this beautiful woman showed me how and guide me along the way. And today she is going to show us her backyard. Brenda lives in the Hague and through the dunes she walks us to Kijkduin. Most of you might have heared of Scheveningen, some of you might have been there. Today we are walking in the opposite direction. In every way Kijkduin is smaller than Scheveningen, but they say that is also its charm. From Kijkduin we walked back over the beach to the Hague.

Peaker conversations

The most precious thing on our walks is meeting new people, new Peakers who just like you like to walk. Embracing those you already know and even those you get to know for the first time is special. It’s that feeling of really getting to know each other, sharing not only the courtesy calls but a real conversation. I try to learn a different side of each and every one who joins the walk. Every trek I get caught by the stories people share with me. Sometimes it’s about work, sometimes about our families, and that what’s connecting us. But we also discuss what’s on our mind, problems with health issues, feelings, whatever needs to be talked about.  And when you walk several walks together I can assure you there is enough that connects us, not to mention MPC. 

Today I talked, amongst others, with Heleen. Heleen is a new Peaker, and she has a rather odd job. Instead of making vegetable plants better she makes them sick. She does that on purpose!

The ones that survive form the basis for the next generation of plants. She keeps on doing that until she is satisfied about the resilience and all the other qualities. When they are satisfied with the results, they are able to make all kind of new varieties of carrots, onions or cabbage for farmers all over the world. I had never heard of it and found it very interesting talking to her.

Also with us today was Debbie. In October 2018 Debbie gave birth to Benjamin, and he is really the Benjamin amongst us Dutch Peakers. Debbie lives in the Hague and thought it was a good opportunity to go and walk with us today. If it did not go well she could stop, take a bus and go home. I admire her strenghth, for she did not give up and walked with us all the way, every one of the 14,5km (9 miles). And this cute little boy, warmly hidden within her coat, never once gave a sound until we stopped.

Let your soul and spirit fly 

On the beach the wind was stormy. It was almost impossible to turn around and see where everyone was. If you did, you had to protect your eyes from getting sand into them. But nevertheless the views were amazing. Just before we left the beach to head back to the dunes to walk the last miles, it started to rain.

Luckily when we finished, Brenda treated us to a nice bowl of pumpkin soup. It warmed us from the inside out. With the warmth of the soup, just looking around me to this wonderful group of people, I still could smell the sea and feel the sky, and I let my soul and spirit fly.

All pictures are made by Ellen Overman, Brenda van Wegen, Linda van den Ham, Vera Koning and Antonette de Groot (Amfion)

Scare away the dark

Scare away the dark

Sing, sing at the top of your voice

Love without fear in your heart

Feel, feel like you still have a choice

If we all light up we can scare away the dark

                                                                        Scare away the dark/Passenger

Scare away the dark

Winter is coming to an end, and spring is knocking on the front door. I have a strong urge to listen to songs that express that feeling of spring coming. I like to sing at the top of my voice, for life seems so much more beautiful when the sun is shining and you realise that it’s a blessing when you’re happy and healthy.

 Why am I sharing this with you? I realise that being happy and healthy is not something we can take for granted, for at this moment, not everybody has a chance to see the sun. They live in the dark. They don’t want to but they have no choice. Something awful happend to a family member of one of our Dutch Peakers Walkers. And choosing to live in the light is not really an option for them at this moment. But maybe if we all light up we can scare away the dark for them just a little bit. Having said that I’m going to take you on our third walk.


Today we are in the region of Brabant. When we did my challenge last year, every Dutch Peaker who joined me had to drive a long way to walk with me, some of them even drove for two hours. This year we are walking all over the Netherlands, and it is my turn to drive. For this walk in the region of Brabant, I had to drive an hour and forty-five minutes to reach my destination, a little village called Someren.

 Someren is a place in the middle between Eindhoven and Venlo. But be aware Eindhoven is situated in the region Brabant and Venlo in the region Limburg. Although both regions speak with a soft “g,”  there’s a large difference between the two regions. What they do have in common is that they are both celebrating Carnaval. Both do it in their own way, with a lot of tradition and habits.


As we are walking, Carnaval is only a week away. Today I walk and talk with Petrie. Petrie lives in Venlo and tells me a little bit how they celebrate Carnaval at her place. Four weeks before Carnaval starts in Venlo, there is what they call Boeremoosball. I actually don’t know how to translate this for you but I think Barn Dance is the closest I can think of.

During this Barn Dance the engagement of a wedding couple is celebrated, and the couple who got married last year show their fresh born baby (it’s all a large outdoor play) to demonstrate that their marriage has been fertile. The wedding couple for this year will be wed on Carnaval’s Tuesday, better known as Fat Tuesday. And you know what? Our Petrie is a real Carnaval partier, for she only slept three hours last night. She had a masked ball, and now she’s walking with us. That’s the real Peaker Spirit or should I say, she is just a little bit crazy?

The Lieropse Moor

It’s a beautiful day to walk, the sun is shining, and some of us are even walking in MPC2019 t-shirts, fresh delivered in the last couple of weeks. Walking in your t-shirt at the end of February is really an exception. Our first break was at a cosy little restaurant where Ellen, our host for today, treated us coffee or tea with cake. Ellen celebrated her birthday the day before. She turned 60 and is going to walk the West Highland Way with her son this year.

 But we did not drive all the way to Someren just to enjoy a nice cup of tea and a piece of cake.

After leaving the restaurant we walked through a forest to get to the moor. The first thing that came to my mind was this moor is totally different than the one I saw a couple of weeks ago in Drenthe, or perhaps is it just because of the beautiful weather today? Me feeling so much better then a couple of weeks ago? When we walked just  little bit further we stumbled upon a place where you could birdwatch. It was a rather large cabin where we had a wonderful view over the Lieropse Moor.

People in hiding

Again I’m surprised by today’s walk. In the middle of the woods, not to been seen if you don’t know where to look, are the remains of a  hidden village. It’s called Kamp Dennenlust, a camp for people in hiding during the WWII. These people in hiding lived here from the 28th of December 1943 until the liberation on the 21st of September 1944. They stayed there because they initially tried to evade what was called “Arbeidseinsatz”. People, mostly men between the age of 18 and 35, were forced to work in Germany during the WWII. Stumbling up to such a place always makes me remind me how lucky we are to live in a free world. It silences me.

With a smile on my face

I told you that the weather was extremely good this day, so we could eat our lunch out in the field and enjoy the first warmth of sunshine. My mother was a big admirer of the sun, not that she did a lot of sunbathing, she didn’t have to, because she got her tan only by being outdoors and sitting just for five minutes in the sun. When winter was done and February started with a little sunshine, she always got a chair, put on her coat and sat in the corner of the garden, letting the first bit of sun on her face. It’s that moment in February that reminds me of her, and it puts a smile on my face.

Being aware of the fact that these few lines of a song don’t mean the same to everybody and nuances are being made, I drive home that evening singing at the top of my voice because I want to love without fear in my heart and with a feeling that I have a choice. And if it might just help one tiny little bit, I light up and scare away the dark for those who need it.