The air is humid and cool. This Saturday morning, the sun has not yet fully risen, but Sandrine Le Feur has already put on her boots and her thick coat.
It’s time to feed the cows. Time is of the essence, and breakfast won’t wait.
The young woman steps over the fence and replenishes her highlands, those massive Scottish breed cattle. The week has been exhausting.
Sandrine Le Feur, agricultural deputy (Renaissance). I am not here to defend anyone, I am here to help farmers make their voices heard and to help the government find solutions.
But her farm is her haven of peace. * “It relaxes me to be here, it’s…”*