higgledy dance

…And I thought, what does he want being out here, with it all so open? Then, as we approached the coast, the ground heaped into dunes – small ones at first, just sweepings and dust. But they soon pushed up in strange, lumbering shapes, like the shoulders of giant hunchbacks, crowding the view. Across the tops of some grew higgledy fir trees, twisted this way and that, as if in a mad dance. When I pointed them out to Francine, she shrieked. I clapped my hands, as much taken by surprise as she. She looked how I felt; this place had made us both giddy.

                          Seeds, The Words in my Hand

 

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trees and dunes around Egmond aan den Hoef, research visit, 2012.

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