The best ideas rarely come to you at a desk. They arrive along the way: on an empty tideline with the wind in your face, or in the evening when everything has finally gone quiet. Go away on your own and you start to hear what lies beneath all the noise again: what you miss, what you want, what you've been meaning to write for so long.
On Terschelling in winter, that happens almost by itself. The island is quiet, the light changes by the hour, and you set the rhythm of the day. You wake up without an alarm, have breakfast without rushing, and walk into the dunes until you lose track of time. Whatever surfaces along the way goes into your journal. And at the end of the day, there's no one you need to explain to why this was exactly what you needed.
[Also read our walking blog, for inspirational tips]