There’s a particular kind of magic to a summer’s walk beneath tall trees and old skies. The path from Kobiór to Zameczek Myśliwski Promnice offered more than just a route, it gave us a slow, sun-drenched journey. With birdsong overhead and the occasional whirr of passing cyclists, we wandered past patches of light and shadow, Monty trotting merrily ahead. And somewhere between the forest’s hush and the sparkle of the lake, the world felt still, if only for a while.
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