You can't describe this walk more beautifully: long lanes that suggest all kinds of secret places on both sides. The landscape is like a festive table as Breugel could paint them so juicy: rich, full of variety. One moment the slaloming is blown between the membranes. A little later you walk in the middle of the ponds, puddles and potholes. But the glory of the management houses from the time when Umicore was still called Vieille Montagne can still be felt perfectly.