A walk

Having a coffee and Brussels waffle with cherries halfway. We've found a nice pancake restaurant just across the border in Belgium. It's in the former bakehouse of a farm, tucked away along a road that doesn't really leads to anywhere and doesn't really come from anywhere. A shortcut is possible.

In the afternoon we picked all apples from the tree en selected the undamaged apples without rotten spots or small holes in which no doubt a little creature had made something of a little house. I made 3 and a half litres apple compote from the selected apples. Not too much, not bad at all and ofcourse delicious.