We made our way through the mountains that day. The ground was wet and swampy and we had some difficulties finding our way, because where there was a path once, there was now a tiny creek. But as always the landscape was vast and beautiful and on a plateau we saw a boothy already from far away. We didn’t know at the time that something like that exists here and we were quite staggered by the welcoming atmosphere around and inside of it. There was a guestbook and we saw that there have been many international overnight guests during the last days.
We had a short walk to the beach next to Eilean Mor today. Unfortunately the tide has been high so we weren’t able to cross over to the tiny Islands with partly sandy beaches we saw from above. It was just before fathers day (in Germany) and I thought a lot of my Dad these days. I remembered when he taught me how to let a flat stone jump in a lake when I was a kid and also that I wasn’t able to do it. But he didn’t give up and eventually I succeeded once or twice out of hundreds of throws. Today I just took a stone between to fingers how he showed me and threw it into the sea. It jumped four times. I don’t need to visit your grave, Dad, to be aware that you’re here somehow. In me.
Today we made just a little excursion to two villages, Arnisdale and Corran, at the end of the public road at Loch Hourn opposite to the Knoydart, the most remote area in Scotland. Our goal was to visit famous Sheenas Tea Hut in Corran, but it was closed. We had a very good time in this picturesque places anyway and imagined, how it would be living here at the end of the world.
We went out for a walk with no further goal and ended up with more than 20 kilometers because we had no fun in the thought of going back the same way. I looked up a quote from the book “The unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry” that comes to my mind all the time when I have to go backwards the same way, but I didn’t find it
We planned this holidays long before Covid and finally we did it. We came together – eight people from three different cities – and met in Glenelg, just opposite to the Isle of Skye in a house with phantastic views – all of which Nicky organized meticulously. We first met in Edinburgh to drive to Glenelg from there.
A very special guided tour brought us to some different initiatives in eastern Brandenburg, where we learned, how people from the city and from the villages live and work together on the countrysite and engage actively in village live. I was most impressed by the story of Trebnitz.
My brother Daniel is mentally handicapped and lives is an institution not so far from where my Mom lives. He comes home from time to time and my Mom frequently visits him. The institution is located on the border of a forest and there are plenty of possibilities to have great times outdoors. We had a very nice afternoon with ice cream and a lot of lazy lying around in the sun.
We have been there as teenagers at night to have mystic parties and campfires. For a very long time the ruin of the Wildenburg was and still is a magic place in the middle of a typical Odenwald forest. It was built in the 12th century and destroyed by Götz von Berlichingen (well known from Goethes stage play) in the 16th century. Since, it attracts hikers and today even some corny dressedup instagramers find their way up to the castle ruin.
Beautifully situated in the Taubertal is the Monastery of Bronnbach a former Cistercian Abbey founded in the 12th century. The surroundings are great for hiking, the Nibelungensteig and one of the German Saint James Ways lead right past the forest just next to the Monastery. It’s a wonderful complex of buildings, above all if it’s the first days of spring.
Spring is kicking in and the magic begins. I just took pictures from places where you can already see it. In reality, everything is still quite brownish and winterish.