Vast green countryside planes covered the land as far as the eye could see. In some places, a blanket of daffodils gave the green grass a bright upper yellow coating; a soothing sight indeed to an eye oppressed by the concrete blocks of London flats and imprisoned by its narrow roads. From my window on the train, I envisaged myself hopping and leaping in that ocean of daffodils or rolling down freely on the lush green landscape that generously invited one to do so. The sun was gently sloping towards its den, its flickering rays piercing through the tall pines trees, which as if guarding this paradise stood tall surrounding it, giving the immense lush scenery a more striking appeal. A few houses here, red brick houses, vast gardens, some tractors, and streams that of their beginning or end was no sight, some serene reservoirs of water here and there – all this I saw from the window of the train that was taking me to France then Belgium.
Change of scenery is good sometimes, so I have decided to take a short break to Belgium and Denmark via France, to have a breath of fresh air for some time. I will report on any discoveries I make in the meantime.
I am in Kortrijk, Belgium as i type this, and having passed through Lille, France, the French aren’t in my good books…
p.s will reply to the comments soon as i get some time.