David Dehenauw (52), weatherman by trade and water rat by birth, knows what kind of summer it will be. Staring and swimming in the endless North Sea at Blankenberge, where the soul of his deceased father may reside somewhere, and then eat one boule de berlin and one scoop of vanilla ice cream at his family’s beach cabin. “I don’t need much more to feel like I’m on vacation.”
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The summer of weatherman David Dehenauw: “We are gradually attaching too much importance to the weather. As if the sun determines our happiness”
