Last time I took you for a walk with me, most of you seemed to quite enjoy that, and so, if you like, you are welcome to join me again - this time, for a longer walk, so this post will beome a bit long with more pictures than what I usually post.
By now, I think all of my readers know about my parents' allotment - I have certainly mentioned it often enough here recently :-)
And almost exactly a year ago, my mum and I did just what we did yesterday: take the train from our home town to the town closest to where the allotment is, and walk the rest. You can compare the pictures from a year ago to current ones here.
This time, though, I wanted to document more of the actual walk, and show you who we met on our way.
Shall we set off, then?
Starting out maybe half a mile after the train station, towards the vineyards. Look at that glorious cloudless sky!
These will be turned into Trollinger. For now, they just need a few more such sunny days!
We met this fellow in the vineyards. He wasn't bothered at all and simply walked away calmly when we got too close for his liking.
Just some shots of the vineyards. I love those old dry stone walls.
Reaching the top of the slope, a bench awaits those who need a break (we didn't, not yet).
What an abundance of apples! I hope they'll get picked and won't be left to rot, as sadly sometimes is the case when people can't be bothered to look after their orchards.
On we walk across the sunlit fields...
...down through a little valley and uphill again...
...and from the top of the hill, we can already see the village where, a bit further out, the allotment is.
We take to the right...
...and at the bottom of the hill we meet some horses:
Walking on towards the village...
...and to the bridge that leads into the village, crossing a river called Murr.
It is not deep enough for boats, at least not here, which is partly responsible for it being so clean and healthy.
Healthy enough for trouts! Can you spot them? There is one very clearly visible towards the top right corner of the picture, but if you look closely, you will find lots more.
The heron patiently waits for some careless trout swimming his way.
Almost exactly a year ago, my mum took a picture of me at almost exactly the same spot. A lot has happened since then!
Coming into the village.
Entrance to their Town Hall, built in 1580.
A typical house for this area.
We cross the village...
...and get out at the other end...
...past more vineyards.
These geese were not too keen on having their picture taken!
But the beautiful flowers (are these called Morning Glory in English?) didn't mind.
More uphill - but this is the last bit, there's only another 15 minutes or so to walk from here.
Not going past without saying hello to the donkeys! They are very friendly, obviously used to being treated kindly by humans, and their fur is very well groomed.
Right! Last bit uphill...
This is the path in the allotment area, my parents' is the second to last off the right side.
All in all, the walk had, once again, taken us about 2 hours for the 10 or so kilometers, at a leisurely pace, with two short breaks and some photo stops.
We were ready for coffee and cake now!
The fig tree is still here (see last year's post).
And so are the flowers...
...and peppers. My dad grows black, green and red ones.
View from the bottom of the garden towards the patio; you can just about make out the blue table cloth on the table where we sat for our coffee.
I am so glad that I spent this beautiful day mostly outdoors - we didn't have that many this summer, and who knows how many more there will be before it turns too cold for such a long walk.