Number 105: Some things don’t translate well in photos: The crunch of shells under one’s feet. The sting of sand against ankles as the wind whistles in one’s ears. How the river’s edge changes shape with the tides and how the dunes shift in the prevailing winds. The scorching midday heat as the air hangs…

Number 104: Distant clouds billow in a breeze. The early drizzle has dissipated. The grass glistens as the sun shines over the hillside. Birdsong and humming of bees in lavender bushes is interrupted by bleating of goats. A herd of cows languidly strolls through the fields. From my seat on the porch, I watch the…

Number 103: Today, a train trip from Amsterdam in Northern Holland to the seaside town of Bloemendaal takes just under 20 minutes. Even in June 1935 it would have been an easy day trip from their Amsterdam home for our Dutch family travelling there for a picnic. I imagine that it was a wonderful day…