In Autumn I am a bit foxy... Not like a tipical ginger, cuz my hair just adapts per season, while freckles still play on my skin. I like to stick my nose into a forest. To wander around and be somehow camouflaged to make a tale.
Yesterday we went for our first Autumn walk! I skipped an intention to continue writing my novel again (for a second day), cuz my partner and I went, just abroad, to walk in an area, appealing to other countries:
In summer it could be Norway or Canada. At this moment, maybe even Greece will do. But it is Belgium: Lommel, our close neighbour (in a 10 minute drive).
We watched several stunts on wakeboards, lay in heather, climbed coastlines, balanced on trees and found a freckled friend (in the picture).
At the end a squirrel sat quietly on a branche to watch us leaving this magical place.
Real Autumn has arrived!