pheasant-preserve

Updated: July 22, 2026

Past an old chateau, with its lake and pheasant-preserve; along the River Lys, with its miles of flax, soaked in this peculiarly potent water, now drying in countless little cones, like the tents of some vast Lilliputian army, and so at last into Courtrai.

Arthur Ruhl - Antwerp to Gallipoli: A Year of the War on Many Fronts—and Behind Them