August 22 – September 4, 2020
Texel always feels like coming home. After crossing from the mainland, we were greeted by wide dunes, the scent of salt in the air, and endless skies shifting from bright blue to soft gray. The island’s rhythm is calm yet full of life — sheep on the dikes, gulls gliding along the coast, and fishermen hauling in their daily catch.
We spent hours exploring the beach huts lined up along the shore, each painted in gentle pastels and weathered by the wind. At the Juttersmuseum, time seemed to stand still among the treasures washed ashore. The fishing boat Texel 44 reminded us of the island’s deep connection to the sea, and the local crab cutter crew gave a glimpse into their hard, honest work.
One evening, the light fell perfectly on the crooked church tower in Den Hoorn — a symbol of Texel’s charm: a little imperfect, beautifully authentic. Between dunes, seals, and seagulls, we felt the true essence of the North Sea.














































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