Went to Spanderswoud this Sunday and we came across this old lane witch was cut off at both ends in the middle of the forest. The children and mostly I was fantasizing about the castle that was there a long time ago and how a prince was riding his horse across this endless lane. Almost all trees had old love declarations on them worn by the weather and the growing of those trees. So I named it Lovers Lane, walking and thinking of all the positive and historical moments they witnessed.
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