I live in the Netherlands right at the Belgium border. What I miss the most during this pandemic is the lack of inhibition (if that's the right expression). Today we have to think a lot before we step outside our house. Think about where we're going, are we allowed to go there, how to behave, be careful with what we touch, keeping our distance, desinfect our hands constantly. You can't comfort people with a warm embrace unless they live with you in the same house. We've become suspicious, even hostile sometimes towards people we don't know. I've seen it all around me on the streets and in the shops. During the closure of the borders it was like a wartime zone. Every path, lane or road around me which was leading into Belgium was closed with either man-size heaps of soil, iron fences or huge concrete blocks. I'm glad that is gone and that our governments have decided to never physically close the borders again, but we're still not free to go where we want to go.
For instance as of last week's Belgian rule: if Bart should decide to pay me a visit, he's allowed to, but when returning to his home, he has to go in self-quarantine for 14 days. So my contribution to this #149 competition is to show you how limited we actually still are.
Photo 1 is the front view of my house. The land is Dutch, the dyke and church is Belgium
Photo 2 is taken from the dyke where my sheep graze. Half way the land and the trees is Belgium
Photo 3 is taken in my neighbourhood. The tall trees on the left are Dutch, the smaller trees beyond is Belgium.
Last edited by Titia; 08-25-2020 at 10:34 AM.