The rooster crows. The day has barely begun, and morning mists are rolling in over the flat plains. The bed smells like hay, like a meadow. Among the forests and fields, in the embrace of green nature. Am I dreaming? A hayloft, a house made of hemp, or perhaps a tree house with delicious flavours and aromas of chocolate? All comfort with the touch of the primitive, the innocent, the slow. Waking up without being in a hurry, saying hello to rabbits, pigs and donkeys, and enjoying a morning horseback ride through wet grass. Here, morning shows the day!