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Behind ther cabin is a tiny little house. Our toilet.
The door can be locked. From both sides.
This is a room where you can find peace :-)
Charming on a sunny morning.
Not as charming on a stormy winter's night.
I know what I am talking about, believe me. For some reason I visit this tiny little house every night ;-)
For water we need to walk to the well, deep into the forest.
Usually with two plastic buckets, one yellow, one orange. The buckets old as the cabin (from 1975). This time we needed only the orange one, as the other was already full.
The well is the old well used by the nearby farm.
The well is never dry, and I am absolutely sure the water is better and purer than the water the farmhouse gets in the pipes nowadays.
Back to the cabin.
Through the forest.
All this walking makes me thirsty.
The sun is here, the sky is all blue and the raindrops from last night are drying up fast.
Have a blessed Sunday!
What are your plans for the day?
Our is to do a hike. Yeah!