Too soon came the end of this trip. On Monday morning, the sun stayed hidden as we cleaned the house and visited the small harbour of Oudeschild. There was nothing to see there save for some impressive construction work, and shortly after we found ourselves waiting for the ferry under a drizzle. Noone fed the bird on the trip back, but gulls kept playing in the wind, following the ship without a wingbeat.
Most of our day was devoted to birdwatching along the Utopia wetland, a large area made of sand and water that hosts lots of geese, waders and spoonbills. The path is restricted to pedestrians and bikers, therefore birding is quite relaxed, and the distance still allows some quality observations; I was happy to show some spoonbills to the whole family, especially when one started to fish right in front of us.
For our second day in Texel, I managed to find a driver for the early morning. I couldn’t drive the rental car, so my dad came with me to the south-western corner of the island, the rising sun engulfing all land in its golden rays.