The forest area southwest of the Veluwe village is also called Loenense Forest. More south, we find the moorland, which is also referred to as “mark”. A few years ago I got lost on my bike here, because the signposts were not to be found or seen. Only by following the white gravel path I then reached another National Park adjacent to this area. But on this walk the heath seemed so vast with a talkative aunt next to me. She made me very longing for Tuscany, because her journey had taken place there. Her voice rattled one example after another over the biggest place and nature that was rougher than in Holland. Unnoticed, my thoughts wandered towards the booked holiday in June, and with which I would experience the beauty while walking.

The journey seemed unimaginably attractive to go away to the sun and stay there too long. Just to sit back was impossible because we would walk, which sent me back to the present on the heath where we were now stepping through. The chatty aunt had toned her voice down, which gave me the opportunity to see the group standing in front of us next to an info board with a lot of text. “I suggest we don't read that sign, but get rid of our sandwiches” was my advice to her. Next to the info board we had all put our backpack on the ground and the sandwiches taken in hand. Eating your sandwiches is not so strange if you still have quite a few miles ahead of you. Paul looked impatiently at his little screen, as he grabbed the first sandwich out of his drum with his right hand. His thoughts were on the screen. Quickly see if I can see the route so we can walk again. Hills such as “silver heath” and “valenberg” determined the course of the tour, as well as the many signs we encountered for the heathland zone. We had walked a square where we imaginary upper left at the two line points had the last rest before the end point. Although the rest on the two lines was only to see the remaining four hikers lag behind for the fourth time since eleven this morning.

Despite the fact that the pace was mentioned on the website, this was relaxed enough not to get irritated. After two minutes, the four hikers were with us again to see the wide lawn and to see the sheep in the distance waddling with their faces at the people. As we approached the sheep, the large sheepfold stood out, inside which it looked warm with the huge mountains of straw under the fluorescent tubes. Pretty nice to enter, but the long sand road to the footpath near the backyards was in the prospect. After watching those sweet lambs at their parents' house, we followed Paul who relied entirely on his electronic device. For the last hundred meters we looked at square grass fields with sheds as small as a toilet house. Lowering back on the expensive sofa cushions in the hotel/restaurant was a relief, especially with a fruity drink on the two coffee tables in the square. The waitress was already coming.


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