Similar, yes, but not identical, as even the same place never looks exactly the same twice, with subtle changes happening with the time of day and year.
As usual when we go on that walk, my Mum and I took the train to the nearest small town with a train station and walked the rest of the way, which takes us about an hour. This time, it took us a bit longer, since the day turned out to be really warm - hot, even - and we were not prepared for that. In the morning, it had been raining and it was chilly and overcast, so we were both carrying cardigans and wearing shoes (not sandals) and did not have any water with us.
Tackling the hilly bits of our walk (and some of them are rather steep), my poor Mum was panting behind me, causing me to want to ring my Dad so that he would come and pick us up with the car (he did not have his mobile switched on anyway, I later learned), but Mum said it wasn't that bad. Instead, we rested on several benches along the way, and once we arrived at the allotment, both drank a LOT of water before we were ready to do anything else.
We had been invited to join one of the allotment neighbours for coffee and cake (it was his birthday), and after enjoying their hospitality for a couple of hours, I went off on my own again for another hour of walking.
This one is for my sister, who I know likes this house very much:
The pictures I took then are, I guess, really quite similar to the ones I took last year, but not exactly the same. I would have liked to walk further, but I was expected back at the allotment at a certain time so that we could go home - my Dad had been on the allotment since the morning, and certainly was ready for a shower and a meal.
The tomatoes are, of course, from my Dad's greenhouse, while for a change I did something besides walking and picked the blackberries myself. Some of the tomatoes I have already had last night, with fresh basil leaves from the potted basil on my windowsill, and balsamico cream; of the blackberries, I have just enjoyed a handful for breakfast on my muesli.
It was possibly the last time this year that we went on this particular walk, which is one more reason for me to hang on to the memory by writing about it and looking at the pictures.