Saturday’s outing did not quite live up to billing.
Though the day did begin with an H&S plan.
Last Sunday was brisk but sunny, and a perfect day for a drive out to one of the “top” holiday markets from the list that the Niederösterreich tourism folks kindly compile each season. Our market of choice was at Schloss Rosenburg, a Renaissance Schloss towering above the River Kamp from atop a cliff. The setting alone is worth the short drive.
A stealth approach is necessary when we plan for Clayton Theodore to accompany us on a day outing. Even the slightest sound of his travel water bowl or leash being gathered turns him into an insufferable beast. He paces at our heels and whines. He whines and paces at our heels. He repeats said actions. Until we are out the door. Sometimes, even when he is settled in the wagon, he continues to “sing” his happiness.
Saturday’s weather was cool, and just perfect for tromping about Lower Austria with our crazy Foxhound. Our first destination was Burgruine Dobra, a small ruin but with impressive sightseeing.
This past Thursday was Eid al-Fitr, a celebration of the end of Ramadan, and a UN Holiday for Tony. With ideal weather in the forecast, and the need for Anna Grace to break-in her new hiking shoes before Austrian Scout Camp later this month, our day plan was set. Continue reading “Hiking and Schnitzeling. “No Man’s Land””
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We are, of course, supposed to be in Brittany this week. But we’re not, and so Tony grudgingly returned to the office and Anna Grace and I have been amusing ourselves until we decide whether to plan another holiday. Yesterday’s amusement was a drive to visit rescued brown bears thankfully now living the good life in a sanctuary in the beautiful Waldviertel, the northwestern quarter of Lower Austria and part of the Voralpen.
|Thank you, Internet, for the photo|
From the Entrance Hall we moved to the monastic library, where, interestingly, no photos were permitted. Then it was on to the church via the Sacristy “locker room.”
If anything, the airiness of the church and lack of ornamentation made the altar stand out spectacularly.
We ended the tour back where we started, with everyone looking a bit less wilted than we began. Lunch in a shaded garden restaurant followed, and by the time we returned home the children had finished their laundry, walked Clayton Theodore, and were opening up the house to let the late afternoon breeze cool the rooms. Perfect.