Poland. Still lots of trees but nice neat farmed countryside. Missing the ramshackle overgrown wooden Russian villages that seem to grow out of the forest and remain of the forest – and which to my English eyes look unkempt but is how a Russian likes to live – in among the green of the forest, he will plant things to grow over his house and around his entrance. Very much looking forward to spending a week here in the bosom of my family and it will be lovely to get home next week. A little bit of my heart left behind……….