farmland

I must have seen every square meter of cropland and fields within a radius of 50 kilometers around our house over the past few months.
This sure is where the breed of the 'Flandrien' was raised. Open fields that are always a bit chilly; give a windy feel, even in merely 5 knots of wind; and roads with sticky clay on the surface which calls for powerful legs even in tailwinds; and skies with dramatic views of the most spectacular clouds to finish it all off.
Aargh... gotta love it.


On the way home I met my old friend Gio... fiddling around his boat - making it faster, as usual....