Days 22 & 23 – Even bunnies have to take a break from hopping . . .

There comes a point in every trip, when we feel the need to draw breath. Remember that it’s not a sprint. Not a marathon even. Just a gentle jog. There’s no need to go haring around.

We decide to burrow down at Perlsee, situated within the beautiful Upper Bavarian Forest Nature Park. Pitch up almost lakeside. It’s hotting up a little. Low twenties, warm enough for a bit of alfresco dining.

It doesn’t last long. A sudden shower sends us scuttering to ground like scared bunnies, blindsided by the eagle eyes of a kestrel. Should have put the awning out!
Beastie’s evening view across the lake towards the nearest town of Waldmünchen.

A pre-dinner game of table tennis, helps to unwind the day’s journey. The ‘BOING’ from the cast iron net adds a certain ‘joi de vie’, a lively musical stop to many points. Mrs S is in devastating form. That is, until a particularly ferocious topspin forehand smashes into the net post. ‘Boing’ goes the net – and the ball.

Mrs S doesn’t know her own strength. Fortunately, Mr S has more than one ball . . .

Today stays dry and warm. We crack open our walking boots. We’ve learned of the remains of a deserted village, just across the Bavarian border. A 4K predominantly uphill wooded trek takes us towards Czechia and into Bohemia.

Come on Mrs S, swing those arms . . .

Short of our crossing we pass through a small village. In the UK we have our gnomes. It seems many folk up here prefer baubles. Most garden arrangements flaunt shiny objects.

A game of 3D Pétanque  – peut-être?

Mr S – looking nothing like a Bohemian

As we near centuries old Grafenried, it’s apparent little remains. A beautiful and peaceful trail loops up and around. Boards designate the exact location of each home, along with photos and a brief family biog.

It’s quietly stunning

In 1930 there were 41 houses and 247 inhabitants – with trades of every description

We discover that after WWII, its total demise came about simply because of its unfortunate location. Slap bang on the Iron Curtain border zone. The Czechs changed its name to Lučina (translates as ‘meadow’ – prophetic?). By 1956 the village had been depopulated and bulldozed.

The village now serves as a permanent symbol of friendship between Germany and Czechia.

A meadow haven of dandelions

The remains of the old schoolhouse – looking more like a Roman dig.

The village is almost brought back to life with photos

Just time for a selfie before the return leg.

One of many posts left balancing an original utensil discovered on site.

2 thoughts on “Days 22 & 23 – Even bunnies have to take a break from hopping . . .”

  1. Hi there travellers!
    I was looking at one of the postcards you sent me pre-Covid [they are on the wall] and realised I have not been keeping up with your safari. So…just back from a walk round the village in lovely warm sunshne, I thought it a good idea to ‘blitz’ your great site. [Only from Day 9 onwards available, unfortunately.]
    You seem to have had the same sort of weather of some friends walking in the Pyrenees recently – lots and lots of rain! Home here, of course, it has been very dry and the cloudy days have given way to sunshine…
    Tomorrow at the Stanley Players we have our technical rehearsal for ‘Wizard of Oz’…I’m just backstage again.
    Have fun,
    Love, Roger

    1. Hi Rog, nice to hear from you – not sure why you can’t see 1-8 – they are all there, just viewed them on my phone. Have you tried a different device?
      M&B xx

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