Autumn in Bavaria – not black forest
Our children attend an international baccalaureate school in Trondheim and I love their units of enquiry based learning. Our 7 year old son just learnt about ecosystems and now sees the world in terms of decomposers, producers and consumers. It makes for a richer experience walking through a forest like this one on Viereth Trunstadt, Bavaria
We didn’t make it to the Black Forest so this is the closest we came. Whenever I hear black forest I think of the episode of The Goodies when they made their own radio station but only bought one song and played it relentlessly. It was called A Walk in The Black Forest. Do you remember that?
We set off from our apartment in Viereth Trunstadt, along a creek, beside farms and headed towards the lovely forest.
The edges of the forests are dotted with these hunting lookouts. Eerie!
We stopped to chat with a lovely ederly woman in German. She looked Polish and her dog was named Janusz which sounds like a Polish name not German but I could be wrong. Janusz is an old dog, an opa (grandpa) she said. He was crazy about chasing sticks and carried large sticks to me while our children capered around, delighted to be with a dog. The woman was using walking sticks and was accompanied by a younger woman with a disability and a young woman with a baby. It was nice to chat with them in the first sunshine we’ve had in this trip and they made us feel welcome and at home.
Part of the forest was very orderly and planted in rows but the rest seemed more haphazard and could be natural
We walked into the forest and had a wonderful time investigating and capering around.
Hunting blind (kanzel)
We stood and speculated about why this hunting blind is fenced away and why a nearby drum holds grains and why there are patches of the forest floor covered with apples. We figured that the grains and apples are there to entice and feed wild pigs so that the hunters can kill them. Do you know if we are right? An internet search revealed that hunters buy licences to hunt on private land, for 9 years
and that it’s strictly regulated and the hunter is responsible for any damage done by wild pigs on that land.
Up the hill we passed a man cutting down dead trees.
Further along a man was walking with a basket on his arm. I smiled and waved and he walked over to talk with us. He called out in German as he approached and when I said that we couldn’t understand he replied es tut mir leid (I’m sorry) which is a sweet response. He spoke slowly and clearly in German and we were able to have a basic conversation about the mushrooms that he was collecting. He explained the difference between the edible and poisonous. He made a joke that you’ll know the next morning either way. He asked where we were staying, where we were from, why we were there and commented on the nice weather. We agreed that it’s lovely to be able to take a stroll in the forest so close to the village and he finished with you can’t do that in a big city. I agree! We can do it here in Trondheim though and we love it!