We are still in Schoonhoven and have sampled the ice-cream and had a look around.
We take a look at the bricante second-hand bric-a-brac market that was advertised in the sign nearby.
We walk back to the car, well at least I’m walking, bringing up the rear as the kids run ahead and Himself jogs to keep up with them.
They disappear out of sight but after ten minutes or so Little Mr. runs puffing back and can barely speak he’s so excited.
By sheer co-incidence today when we were in Schoonhoven (the 8th September 2012) happens to be “National Open Monumentendag” in the Netherlands (Open Monuments Day) but it’s not just monuments that are open to the public but all sorts of local, national and international organisations as well.
By sheer chance the parking space that Himself secured earlier is right next to the local fire station and the Schoonhoven Fire Service is talking part in Open Monumentendag too, so there’s a whole display of vehicles and a heap of activities.
This certainly did not escape the attention of our seven year old Emergency Services fanatic who’s arrived back smothering me in hugs and begging and pleading for me to let him detour there.
We have an appointment back in Den Haag (The Hague) at two, so need to leave at 1 o’clock at the very latest to get there on time, and with our spare hour had intended to stop somewhere for a quick toasted sandwich or pancake on the way back but decide that if we are really quick then we could see the events here and then just grab a sandwich to munch in the car on the way home instead.
Little Mr. almost bounces up the street with joy as he dashes back to tell Himself that Mama didn’t mind having her lunch plans shelved in favour of looking at fire engines. O.K. what actually what really happened is that he ran back screaming ”Ik mag! ” (I may!) over and over on the top of his lungs and Himself worked out the rest without any difficulty.
I’ve a good mind to tell the Fire Service that they don’t actually need sirens on their engines and that the “greener” version would be the shrieking joy of seven year old boys who appears to easily outdo the siren in decibels. Behind the Fire Station are a grand assortment of vehicles, and actually it’s an education for me too as I see the huge variety of equipment on board.
I knew that axes and cutting equipment would be standard issue but was surprised to see rakes and brooms there too (for clean up after road accidents or something else?) So much to see … Let’s take a look around.