…”It’s 10am on a grey, March morning and I’m sitting on the steps of my little seafront cottage. The rolling sand dunes of Kijkduin beach deserted, I watch as a group of dogs throw themselves excitedly into the cold, North Sea; echoes of “goedemorgen” carrying on the wind. Heading back inside to switch the kettle on, I watch as the grey-green tufts of the dune’s marram grass blow in the wind. It’s a scene that fills every window of this small seaside home and – given that just over an hour ago I was wrestling my way through Amsterdam’s Schiphol airport – it’s a slightly surreal one. This wasn’t the introduction to a weekend in The Hague that I’d been expecting.”….