Winter Wolvendael

The car battery died so ho, ho, ho, down to the chaussée d'Alsemberg I go to the mechanic. This is about one of the last things I wanted to do with €100 but at least on the way back I got to walk through Wolvandael Park.




And see all the pretty colours...




And the snake-rooted trees....



For about ten years I went to this park nearly every day, and for the last of those years a brisk walk through it every morning. When at last I moved the girls to another school, the thing I missed the most was that walk through the park. It marked the end of a certain time of my life...





Happily, the path still beckons.