If you follow my blog and my wanderings, you need to know how much I am fascinated by the farms and places a bit wild. Whether in Sweden, Britain or elsewhere, I'm still searching the same places, those who by their close contact with nature offer a quality of life evident even in the most spartan conditions.
This summer vacation has been full of surprises, we landed completely by chance on the family land finistériennes Cotty. I had not found an imagined farm like this near Morlaix, much less install our camp as we did. A week that the time has finally stopped. Freeze frame.
This summer vacation has been full of surprises, we landed completely by chance on the family land finistériennes Cotty. I had not found an imagined farm like this near Morlaix, much less install our camp as we did. A week that the time has finally stopped. Freeze frame.
Dill in the foreground, wooden construction in the background ... but where are the Swedes? Farm Croas Men makes perfect illusion.
After the radish tops ... carrot tops.
~ The point of the castle (Logonna-Daoulas) ~
~ ~ Loctudy
This crossing of Finistere gave me the urge to continue reading my book Björn Larsson ( The wisdom of the sea from the cape of anger at the End of the World ), however, dropped twice ...
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