I'd been told that it boasted a Hunebed-an ancient mass burial site from the civilization that lived in this area 5,000 yrs ago. All that's left now is a formation of rocks (which, interestingly, are not native to the area. They were carried here during an ice age by a glacier from the north.) The people that come later saw these formation and thought them the resting place of giants. And that's what the name means, Hune is giant. Pretty cool, huh?
Diever also has a windmill! It's not longer in regular use, but every Saturday volunteers come and, if there's wind, actually use it to grind wheat. They produce 200kg/wk and supply some of the local bakeries. We climbed wooden ladders to get the the mill stones and the cat walk outside. Everything was covered in a fine layer of flour.
Then, in Dieverbrug, an even tinier town, they have a canal (pictured in an earlier post). We happened to be passing right as the road was lifted to allow a boat to pass.
Finally we got to back to Dwingeloo and decided to treat ourselves to an icecream :) The soft serve is SO much better here (just as I remembered from when I went to Edinburgh) It actually tasted like dairy, and not just sugar.
The people of Dwingeloo were out in force, enjoying the warm weather and sun. I'm sure it was just a normal summer Saturday, but they seemed so...quirky to me. I saw several people with small dogs in riding in baskets on bikes, children buckled into seats balanced on handlebars or back wheels, old couples riding their bikes together down the cobbled streets. Overall a successful Saturday afternoon I'd say.
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