Crossing the Lech at Fussen.
The Lech further upstream.
Heading up the hill towards Ruette. You might be able to spot a cyclist on the windy path we have just come up.
Descending the hill into Ruette.
A little church at Pflach.
A Franciscan church in Ruette - St Anna
A simple little church in the back streets of Ruette, with a splendid specimen of a weeping ...(elm?)
A simple little church in the back streets of Ruette, with a splendid specimen of a weeping ...(elm?)
This church in Ruette was very different, which is why I have included it - it hasn't got an onion bulb on the top!
Joan is feeling a touch sad as her walking has finished. Tomorrow she catches the train to Innsbruck to begin her journey home. I will miss her company, and will have to resort to having a one sided conversation with myself when I come to an unclear fork in the path. Tomorrow I will start climbing even higher into the Alps ready to cross the Fernpass in 2 days time.
I have a photo of a much younger version of myself holding the sign at the border crossing near Fussen that leads into Austria. As an island-dweller it was a source of huge amusement to me that you could just walk across a border. Hope it is ok walking by yourself- will think of you!
ReplyDeleteJust saw something very funny. As someone who doesn't drink, my comment about enjoying Autia and beers is VERY funny. It should have been cheers, not beers! Janet
DeleteOne day we will have to catch up for a few days to exchange all those travel / walking stories Margaret. I am loving Austria. Beers, Janet
ReplyDeleteWe will indeed. I will have to come to Adelaide for a holiday before too much longer!
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