Brocéliande, a legendary and mysterious forest, which for some would be a place of magic and mystery, and for others, a place brimming with magnetism, and if anyone knew all these secrets?
Only rare initiates can boast of knowing Jerome’s past. Some say it comes from a family of Breton nobles and storytellers settled on the lands of Brocéliande for millennia. Others claim that he is the descendant of a line of druids, ancestral guardians of the estate. The most imaginative see him as the embodiment of a spirit of the forest. All, however, agree on one point: Jerome knows Brocéliande and his legends better than anyone. From King Arthur and the knights of the round table to an even more distant time, no one knows the forest better than him, apart from Merlin himself. No mound, even the most unsuspected, no vestige, even cleverly concealed, n ‘ escapes his blue gaze like azure. It is not uncommon to meet him at nightfall, stick in hand, sitting at the foot of a thousand-year-old oak tree. Who knows, maybe it’s you he’s waiting for …