Everyone wants to escape to New Zealand at the moment — land of the world-class Sauvignon Blanc and competent pandemic responses — but I would have been quite happy with the old one. Zeeland, on the south-west coast of the Netherlands, is where my Dutch in-laws have been doing unpretentious, bucket-and-spade holidays to perfection for decades. They cycle through the sand dunes, eat apple pancakes on the beach and, when the mood strikes, nip into the city of Middelburg for a cold pils with a view of the Gothic town hall. It's nice.
