I got a billet in a farmhouse.

It was a curious building of brick and stood on the road where a little gate opened into a delightful garden, full of old-fashioned flowers.
My room was reached by a flight of steps from the kitchen and was very comfortable.

I disliked, however, the heavy fluffy bed.

Murdoch MacDonald used to sleep in the kitchen.
There were some charming walks around Terdeghem.

One which I liked to take led to a very old and picturesque chateau, surrounded by a moat.
I was immensely impressed with the rows of high trees on which the rooks built their noisy cities.