Sailing barges in Hindeloopen harbor on the Ijssel meer aka the former 'sourthern sea'.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
“Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.”