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In Britain, on the road ... Logonna and still wandering mind :-)

"Where the hell am I come?" she asked it. [...]

"What's that stuff checked that I see?" muttered the boy without waiting for an answer.

But the wild geese flew to his side immediately shouted: "fields and meadows. Fields and meadows."

Then he realized that this great plaid fabric that was flying over the flatlands of Skåne. And he understood why it was so colorful and so checkered. First, he recognized the intense green tiles: it was the rye fields that had been planted last fall and who remained green under the snow. The tiles were a dull yellow stubble that was harvested last summer, the brown old fields of clover, and black sugar beet fields to fallow uncultivated or recently plowed. The tiles were brown with yellow edges certainly beech forests since large trees within the forest lose their leaves in winter while the young border guard who grow up spring dry and yellowed leaves. There were also tiles with dark gray to medium: large farms were built around a courtyard, with their thatched roofs blackened and paved courtyards. And green squares lined with brown too: it was the parks, which while already greening lawns and trees had their bark still bare and brown.
The boy could not help laughing when contemplating the real grid.
But when the geese heard him laugh, she cried like a reproachful tone: "land rich and fertile. Rich and fertile earth.

[Selma Lagerlöf, The Wonderful Adventures of Nils Holgersson through Sweden - Nils Holgersson Underbar resa genom Sverige - ]