After my excursion into unknown territory last weekend, the return visit took place this weekend. Saturday was the warmest and sunniest day we've had all of March (I believe), and of course we made the most of it and went walking for somewhere around 5-6 hours, including a break on a bench where we ate our sandwiches and drank our water (you hear me, YP?).
I only took a handful of pictures, and you've seen the places all before. But I still think these photos convey something of how wonderful the day was.
Before we took off, we enjoyed a luxurious breakfast of apple and plum cakes my guest had brought:
We walked to and around the lake (some would say it is only a pond) near my hometown, Monrepos; I have only just realized that I've not yet posted properly about that pretty part of the area, in spite of me being there rather often.
From there, it is a more or less straight line towards Asperg, the actual goal of our walk. You've seen Asperg before on my blog, at different times of day (and night), for instance here and here.
Click here for a night shot of this same gate.
Now for some panoramic views, looking east and south from the top of the hill towards Ludwigsburg:
The arrow on the left points to the "rocket" you saw in this post first. The arrow on the right points more or less to where I live; you can't see my house from this angle.
Nearly the same view, just without the tree.
In this picture, the arrow points to the water reservoir you can see close up here.
This tower is called Schubartturm, "Schubart's tower". Christian Friedrich Daniel Schubart was a poet, composer and journalist who lived from 1739 to 1791. More than once, he got into trouble for writing critically about religious and political institutions of his time. In the end, he was arrested and spent 10 years imprisoned in this tower. He made good use of the time there, studying and composing music and poetry. (If you want to know more about Schubart, wikipedia has an entry in English.)
The tower is not open to the public, but I think special guided tours are offered every now and then.
We spent some time exploring the place (not new to me, but to my guest) and then walked back. By the time we arrived home, the sandwiches were but a distant memory, and we were very much ready for our dinner. All that fresh air and walking makes one tired in a good way, I find.
On Sunday, my guest left after breakfast and I sat down to finish my translation assignment.
Today, there'll be a small family gathering for Easter with coffee and cake at my parents'. I am looking forward to that, and hope you are having a good Easter Monday, no matter what you are doing and whether or not you celebrate Easter.