There's still a while to run on this month's Autumn Splendour theme over at A Vintage Journey, so consider this post a little bit of extra inspiration to come along and play!
I've been having a pretty busy time of it, laying the groundwork for relocating here some time next year (some of the metaphorical eggs I mentioned hatching in my slightly cracked recent Box of Eggs). So I'm afraid if any of you are hoping to see me in action on major dollshouse work in Cestina's Small Worlds museum, you'll be disappointed (though there is a tiny touch of dollshousing to enjoy at the end of the post).
As it happens, these particular trees are just twenty paces from the museum itself - this is a "road junction" here in the small town of Bavorov!
Just opposite that is Kostel Bavorov (Bavorov church), the largest village church in South Bohemia. There's been a church on this site since 1370, but it's been restored and added to over the centuries, particularly after a major fire in 1649, and again at the start of the 20th century.
In between the architectural planning, and sourcing of tiles and toilets and so forth, Cestina and I have been driving (and occasionally walking) through the countryside with jaws dropped open at the glories on display, whether that's fairytale pine tree forests...
... or glowing leaves catching the sunlight and taking your breath away...
... or best of all the two in direct contrast with each other.
Sometimes, we've simply been en route to another flooring shop or bathroom supply store...
... although even then we sometimes took the long way round on the way back, just to admire the views on offer (with me shouting "stop the car!", every now and then when I couldn't bear to leave a scene unrecorded).
I tried playing with the panorama function on my phone, but of course everything ends up smaller when you add a panorama to the blogpost because of the formatting. I'm hoping that by clicking on it you might get a full screen version.
When I first got here, several weeks ago, everything was still gorgeously green. So in our earlier trips to the DIY and builders' suppliers in larger towns, it all looked very different.
The Czech Republic has a vast system of freshwater ponds for breeding fish, conceived and constructed in the sixteenth century, so everywhere you go you see wonderful rybníks (ribneek - with a touch of a roll on the r) set amongst the trees and rolling hillsides.
These photos are of a rather large rybník - a glittering expanse of water, too wide for one photo (I hadn't remembered about the panorama thing at this point!). We simply had to stop the car and get out.
As you stand there in the silence (only a very occasional car passing), and beautiful fir trees behind you on the other side of the road, you hear frequent deep sploshing sounds as the surface of the water is broken by a huge freshwater carp leaping into the air.
Now that I think about it, I think we encountered that particular rybník on one of our days out, rather than on a working drive. We'd headed over to the lovely town of Třeboň (good luck with the pronunciation on this one! It's sort of Trrzhebon - the hard t, then a roll on your r at the same time as making the zh sound, e as in eggs, and then bon as in bonbon, but with a little nyuh sound built in to the final n)...
It happened to be the weekend of the Václav holiday. The feast day of Václav (Vatslav, stress on the first syllable - known to us as Wenceslas), patron saint of the Czech nation, falls on 28th September. It's celebrated across the Czech Republic as a state holiday, also commemorating Czech statehood.
Fetes or festive markets (known as a pouť - vowel sound rhymes with oat, and it's a soft tchyuh sound on the end) are held in celebration, if not on the day then on the nearest weekend.
As it was Saturday 29th, we bumped into Třeboň's pouť, and spent several happy hours browsing the stalls and listening to traditional folk music - though I seem to have completely failed to take any pictures of any of that!
For another of our days off, I'd asked if we could visit the Šumava (that's a soft Shhh at the start, and a dark u as in put, with the stress on the first syllable).
The countryside is lovely around here, but we're also just a 45-minute drive from the Šumava National Park where, as we discovered, the sheer breathtaking beauty of the landscape goes up several notches!
I've only managed to capture a tiny part of the wonders of this Urwald, or primeval forest - a Šumava Google image search will make you gasp. (The very first photo of the post is from here.)
On the other side of the Czech/German border, it's known as the Böhmerwald or Bayerischer Wald, so you may have come across it under that name. Our whole day's driving took us round only a tiny portion of the park.
These final photos are all from the stop we made at a conservation park within the National Park, a wolf enclosure near Srni (yup, just those letters all in a row on your tongue in pretty much one syllable).
At the foot of the mountain/hill (undecided, but it was pretty big!) there's an information centre tucked amongst the trees.
Then you make your way up the steep hillside, zigzagging through the trees on very well-maintained paths.
Along the way there are wooden boards with information about wolf habitats, or wolf paw prints, or wolf food preferences (please don't pick me!)...
... and there are benches so that you can pause to enjoy the view (and catch your breath if necessary).
Signposts keep telling you you're on your way to the wolf enclosure...
... but there were times I thought it the whole thing might be a hoax just to get you to take some exercise by walking up a mountain.
I didn't really mind though, as the trees were making my heart sing, and I had the whole place almost to myself all the way up. (Cestina wasn't up for the ascent.)
Eventually though, the promised "skywalk" appeared between the trees.
A huge area of the mountainside is cordoned off for the wolves - they will hardly know that they're confined, I'm sure.
Over the top of their habitat, right amongst the tree tops, there are wooden walkways...
... and shelters maybe six metres or more above the ground...
... (with more information boards about wolf behaviour and life cycles)...
... from which you can peer down onto the forest floor way beneath you in the hope of spotting the odd vulpine shadow weaving between the tree trunks or over the rocks.
I had no luck all the way along the skywalk, but where it opened out onto a platform at the far end, there were more people gathered (maybe ten or twelve), and some of them were staring fixedly at a point amidst the rocks.
As the mountain is steep, you are looking down the hill in one direction from the platform...
.... and in the other direction it rises away above you. Pretty much at eye level there he was... a wolf, dozing in the afternoon sun.
He was tucked in amongst the branches and stony outcrops - so well camouflaged that you could hardly see him unless he moved...
... and when I look at the photos I tried to take, even I can barely spot him, so I'm afraid you'll just have to go there and see for yourselves.
But it was utterly magical to see him, living as close to in-the-wild as possible, and basking in the sun, much as I love to do myself.
And even if you don't have the luck to see a wolf, I think it's worth a visit just for the forest walk and the skywalk amongst the tree tops...
... especially given that all it costs is the couple of pounds to park the car... (and this photo was taken in the carpark, pretty spectacular in itself!).
Well, I think I've probably kept you quite long enough. I decided early on in the post-writing that I'd save my autumn watercolours for another day...
... but I did promise you a little trip into Small Worlds. You may remember the Tudor Tavern from 2014...
... and the addition of my first dollshouse dolls - characters from Shakespeare's Henry IV plays - a couple of years later.
In my imagination the tavern was definitely The Boar's Head Tavern (as written in the Shakespeare plays), but at the time it was going under the sign of The Lion. After the dolls arrived, Cestina decided it was time to sort out the discrepancy...
As you'll see if you visit my Pinterest Signs board, it used to be customary to hang more than a mere picture outside your pub or shop, so, with the help of a sawn-off plastic farm animal pig's head, repainted and with added tusks (craft flower stamens), Cestina has created and hung the Boar's Head sign. I love him!
I hope you enjoyed this diversion around the Czech countryside. I'll probably be on my way back towards the UK by the time you read it (via a brief stay with friends in Germany)... I'm very reluctant to leave but needs must. Hope you all have a great week, and I'll see you again soon.
Jak se do lesa volá, tak se z lesa ozývá.
The way you call into a forest, that's the way the forest echoes back.
Czech proverb
I guess our equivalent might be 'you reap what you sow'... more practical, but less poetic!
