AMONG THE OAKS

You walk up the hill above the town. The streets turn into fields and meadows, then you enter the forest. The hill quickly becomes a steep and the climb harder. As if the incline wasn't enough, acorns slip underfoot. Your head is bowed and you're huffing and puffing into the ground. Just keep going up. There’s no energy for anything else. A break? Sure. You lean against a tree and - you feel the moss. You lift your head and see that the tree trunks are strangely twisted here. You look down the slope and see the moss dressing the trunks in a green dress. They must be dancing! Sitting Among the Oaks offers a chance to slow down, stop and rest. Finding its own way among the trunks, it naturally draws attention to the dancing moss-covered oaks that create a unique atmosphere in the forest.