Visiting the wilderness

Once a year I am invited to some friends who live in the wilderness. They throw a yearly summer party. Not only are they very hospitable, and cook very good food (omg, I was still full when I woke up this morning), but they live in a sort of paradise. And this was only the starter.

They have a garden full with flowers, a place where rhubarb, cabbage, raspberries, strawberries, blueberries, potatoes, salad, beetroots, tomatoes, grapes and everything you can think of is growing. All they need is a cow and they would be totally self-supporting. In the garden next-door goats are roaming and the immediate neighbour has cats, one of them very friendly.

I may be a city-person but to visit this place once a year is good for the soul and mind.

PS. It was funny coming back on the train, and it was ticket control. The conductor looked at my ticket for a long time, then at me, and said "I don't know where this place is". Then we explained to her how beautiful it is, and how little a place it is. She smiled and moved on.