I met the old man on the evening of the storm. He was coming out of the sheepfold in his faded overalls. When he saw me, shivering with cold and fear, he invited me to warm up in the large living room of the manor house, at the heart of Hermeline's estate.

Both squire and gardener, this man guarded a treasure.

Forgotten by man, Hermeline's estate lies dormant on the edge of the village. In this kingdom, where a solitary old man lives, a child learns to love the land. He discovers the value of silence and friendship. This is a sketch of a faded world that perhaps, somewhere, still exists.

Author: Olivier Terlinden