In the mean time, we do short 'Winter' walks. This time, windy walks. We went to visit some old coal mines.
On top of the man-made slag-heaps we could oversee almost our whole province. It was super windy on top!
It reminded me of Belgium's flatness. To quote Jacques Brel:
"Le plat pays qui est le mien...
Avec des cathédrales pour uniques montagnes..."
Quand le vent est au sud, écoutez le chanter
Le plat pays qui est le mien."You should really listen to the song, it's one of my favourite songs all time. My fiancé can do a very good impression of Brel on his guitar, also the flemish version of the song.