'Say if I am wrong: on mornings when the weather is not perfectly abominable, and the wind is off the sea, the Prince of Orange goes to his boat-house on the beach at Scheveningen at ten o'clock, chooses a sand-sailer, and pilots it northwards up the beach to the dunes near Katwijk – though on a clear day he'll venture as far as Noordwijk – then turns round and is back in Scheveningen by midday.'