After two weeks of endlessly sneezing and coughing and blowing one's nose and an entire Friday spent in bed (thanks to the visit of my old friend, migraine), man, was I glad to finally be able get some fresh air yesterday. And a beautiful, sunny day it was. Perfect for a little walk in the countryside.
There is something very healing about walking in the nature and the French countryside is very beautiful, even in the wintertime (yes, this is winter here - the little puddles are frozen, you see).
Perhaps I've watched a few too many fantasy films when I was little, but what with the bare tall trees filtering the sunlight with their high branches and the little brooks and streams zigzagging across the swamps and fields I often feel like I'm walking in an enchanted forest - even when I'm just on a muddy path a couple of steps from two neighbouring villages (the civilisation is never too far away in France).
Blame it on ivy, I guess.
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