I was born and raised in a village close to the Alde Feanen nature reserve. I loved to wander through the fields and sail the waters in a skiff. During my wanderings or as I lay in bed, I liked to make up whole stories and poems. Not many of them made it to paper and all of them have been lost. That only came years later. After a stroke it became difficult for me to turn the thoughts in my head into spoken words. Fortunately, I can still write them down on my computer. A couple of years ago I took a poetry course by Abe de Vries at Tresoar and recently I participated in a workshop by Arjan Hut.