back for christmas

 

We spent our last days on the road in the hidden heart of a german forest, lifted straight from the pages of a grimm’s fairytale. We lost ourselves in the beautiful isolation, walking for hours through the morning mists, collecting samples of star moss and pine needles. We rode our dutch bicycles in every direction along the forest tracks and stalked through the high yellow fields of rapeseed until the sun set behind the trees. After this ceremonious departure with Germany, we drove back throughout the night to board the first ferry in order to make it back home in time for christmas.