Last day of winter

First day of the journey. Last day of winter.
A day along rivers and canals in a way you can only find in our lowlands.
I set off in the last morning winter sun.
Saying hi and goodbye to my colleagues.
Passing by our orchard I happened to cross paths with the local hunter and so we cycled along for a while.
Rang the doorbell of my brother's empty house, waving goodbye.
Having a farewell lunch with my father.
Ready for the journey to begin!