On my first visit, everything was quiet on that Sunday morning. The locals were locked up in church, the (foreign) tourists were back home again. That made the site the least tourist one that I have visited so far. And no entrance fee!

The landscape resembles a classical Dutch painting. Winter in Holland, or something like that. But do not try to look behind this postcard-like picture, because then the industrial areas come in sight again.

My second visit was on a weekday in December. It was freezing cold, but I like the stroll on this path along the mills. There were a couple of other people around, some joggers, some people taking photos. On my way out I encountered a Japanese tour group that only had a quick look at the first couple of windmills and then went back to their bus which had kept its engine running.

The walk to the last mill, at the end of the second row that stretches out to the left, takes about half an hour. Usually, there are a lot of waterbirds here, but the only noise I heard now was the rustling of the reeds (at first I thought there were mice!). The windmills are divided into 2 groups by their way of construction, and there's an odd one out (a water mill). Simple signboards tell their story.