The saddest day of a holiday trip is always the day of the journey home. Which is actually a bummer because all enjoyable things should end on a positive note, such as an encore at the end of a concert.

But I guess there is no way when it comes to holiday trips and I can accept that. What bothers me is that for the third straight time, a journey home did not go smoothly.

A year ago, when traveling home from Dornumersiel, accompanied by our new friend Ludovika, we had an issue with the overcrowded replacement bus.
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🎼 As long as I gaze on Spiekeroog sunset, I am in paradise. 🎵

Harry never takes me out with my wheelie on the last day before our journey home. (Last year with Ludovika in Greetsiel was an exception.)

That’s because in case something happens to my wheelie, he just wants to be sure he has enough time to travel home to get my replacement wheelchair and then get back to pick me up at the holiday apartment in time.

So, basically, Thursday was the last day for me to leave the apartment. So after Harry had taken a swim in the North Sea in the early afternoon and then rested a while, we went out to enjoy the sunset.
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“Ah yes, the sea is always good. There is nothing I can look at for very long, except the sea.”

King Haggard (from “The Last Unicorn”)

Unfortunately, Harry was indisposed on the first day after our arrival on the island of Spiekeroog so that we were unable to leave the apartment all day.

But on the second day, I finally got to see the sea again from the viewing points on the islands.

Sure, I had seen the sea from the ferry and from the beach side at Dornumersiel a few days prior.
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