Callantsoog, Netherlands, July 2022
Callantsoog, Netherlands, July 2022
Callantsoog is small, but it has a towering dune. Seinpost—the highest sand dune in North Holland—rises above the town, the holiday homes, the beach cafés. A short climb rewards you with the best view: the sea stretching endlessly ahead, the town behind, framed by fields and open space.
The oldest building visible from up here is the church from 1581. It has no name, but its history lives on in the weathered gravestones along the fence. The inscriptions have faded over time, but the dates remain: the 17th century, the 18th century. A quiet contrast to the livelier main street lined with cafés and beach shops.
When I visited early in the morning, the town still lay asleep beneath the dune. The streets were empty, and if there was life somewhere, it hid itself well. But I imagine that doesn’t last. As the day unfolds, Callantsoog likely fills with sun-seeking visitors making a beeline for the beach, with children building sandcastles, and with parents realizing—once again—that sand finds its way into absolutely everything.
I wasn’t there long enough to see it, but I’d be shocked if it didn’t play out exactly that way.





















