Here in Flanders there are not real forests. Here and there only tiny patches of woods rather clusters of trees stand as a remnants of the past.
We have to drive quite a distance to the South to find places with some more trees and even there you can’t escape the crowds.
This is a very painful fact for me and one of the reasons I can’t live here.
And how would you feel if you had to drive more than an hour to find out that there is old-timers racing cars’ fun ride straight through the woods!
Can you imagine the penetrating noise and stinky gas smell?!
So we left the path and plunged into the forest in desperate search for a little bit of peace and tranquility.
Unfortunately, it didn’t take long and Maarten sunk into the mud that was covered with layer of dry leaves. As usually he argued there is no reason to return to the car so we continued our adventure.
It was a beautiful day and even though the breeze was still cold it was quite warm in any sheltered sunny place.
It was impossible to keep Maarten quiet even for a little while but we still saw a family of deer.
However, the biggest attraction was the very muddy path full of singing and mating frogs! Maarten was overexcited but also heavily disappointed.
He was not allowed to bring some frog eggs to raise tadpoles at home as we promised him last year.
Well, who could have known about our move to Angola at that time!
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