A little piece of lovely Belgium, in the famous Dreiländereck, (or the Hohes Venn!), near Maastricht, Aachen and Liege. 3,5 Hectares, altitude 210m, cold hard winters especially hard because of the cold air moving sometimes from the Hohes Venn, incredibly beautiful summers, and everything in between.
More than 50 or so years before us, the farming family Lambertz (2 brothers, and wife Pauline) eked out a living here with 8 cows, and a lot of hard work. One brother lives as I write… bless them, they knew a very different time here! The region here is full of memories of the second world war.
We have a train line running past the entrance to our drive, and just here you can also find a stone cross to some poor devil who in 1944, (the farmers told me), jumped off a prisoner’s train to escape and died on the spot, that spot…
It fascinates me to think how life was here just 120 years ago, when the small, typical, Belgian farmhouse was built, using the local “bruch-stein” (German, lit.: “broken-stone”), which has a very nice warm color and feeling to it. They used no cement in the mortar (!) and because the ground consisted more or less of solid clay, they even made no “foundations”.