Today was supposed to be a rest day. All we had
planned was to do a leisurely stroll along the
lakeside to Furberg, have a coffee then relax
in the gardens at the hotel.
By 3.30 pm I was restless and too hot. I had been looking at my maps and some notes that I had of a local walk. Rund um’s Dorf or ‘Around the Village’
It was described as ‘A routed stroll around the village of St Gilgen offering a perspective of all the facets of the local area from the lake front to the residential streets.
From our elevated position in the gardens I could see most of the route. The path crossed the fields where I had seen the Para-gliders land.
The route was only 5 km and should take me less than 2 hours.
I set off at 4.00 pm and walked down through the village and up to the cable car station. Crossing the road I headed for the village of Laim. I soon spotted the yellow signs (Rund um’s Dorf) and from here route finding was easy. I passed through the village where there were some beautiful houses and as I gained height I could look back over the lake.
Walking past some houses I spotted a butterfly. It looked like a Meadow Brown but appeared motionless and I tried to get closer. It did not fly away and seemed to be feeding on a white flower. I had to clamber up onto a wall to get close and as I did so the butterfly dropped down about six inches and began to slowly spin round on a silken thread. What I had thought was a white flower was in fact a spider and it was devouring its prey, the butterfly. A terrific photo opportunity but I was balancing on a wall and the lighting was all wrong, but I did get a couple of shots.
I crossed the road near Pollach and then headed downhill towards St Gilgen enjoying the view of the lake.
Close to the traffic island there was a large hollow partially filled with water. Looking down into it I could see some pink flowers and some bulrushes. I was not sure if I was allowed there but I scrambled down to take more photos.
It was 6.30 pm when I got back to the hotel with just enough time for a beer before dinner.
That night we had another excellent meal at the Hotel Bilroth. The starter was steak tartare. I was just about to do my ‘Mr Bean’ impression when I tasted it and realised it was rather nice especially when accompanied by a glass of the local red wine.