The Northern Coast
Knee length coat hands in my pockets taking one step at a time in a battle with the the wind, the sounds of seagulls low horns of passing tankers and cold water crashing against the shore. I have a giddy smile on my face as others are pulling up their hoods, I face into the wind thinking "I'm going back to my roots. I look up to see a green light at the end of a long pier and I'm transported side by side with The Great Gatsby, I love being near the coast. Wednesday I had the chance to go with some friends from Saint Amand on a little road trip. We drove to the north-west stopping in Casel, Bergues, Dunkerque, and Calais. Basically a little tromp through the western side of Flanders. First stop was Casel high up on the top of a hill (I learned in French its not 'hilly' but 'valley-ness') a traditional Flemish town complete with a Flemish radio station, cobbled streets, windmills, and cute painted cottage farms. From the top of the hill you can see out