One of the Significant Other’s shoes, which was ill-balanced and needlessly difficult to walk in – thus, I put it to another use, and filled it with soil and lobelias:
In other news, Lidl is having a Craft Beer Week. The IPA (Derail Ale, Steambox Brewery) is forgettable; the English Pale Ale (Marstons) is a bit better; the “dark vanilla porter” (Tunnel Blower, Steambox) is very nice, and, surprisingly, tastes of vanilla. (Porter descriptions aren’t always accurate. “Hints of chocolate and coffee”, in particular, seems to be a brewers’ euphemism for “tastes like someone put their fag out in your beer”.)
Alas, I have broken my 8-month streak of posting every Sunday, having simply forgotten, last night, to scan the pictures. Now I must begin again.
The room of a young student:
The local pub/steamboat Mark Twain, with gangplank in the foreground – the word “twain” meaning “two”, and the meaning of “mark two” being (I think) the second fathom mark on a rope or stick used for fathoming the waters – also the pen-name of an American humourist.
While in Lednice, we went off on a wine-tasting expedition to Valtice (German: Feldburg). Like Lednice, it contains a castle – this is one of the gates:
and this the view from the rear of the castle:
While there, we visited a small “Celtic Pub” called Avalon. I’m not sure what was Celtic about it but it was a very nice place.
We also stopped in another pub called “Valticka Rychta”, which was also pretty good but I did not have the chance to draw anything much.
Anyway, we tasted some wine and returned with a bottle of Hibernal, which is a type I had never heard of before, tastes vaguely like a Muskat.
We’ve just got back from the town of Lednice (Czech for “refrigerator”; the German name “Eisgrub” seems, as far as I can tell, to mean something along the lines of “Ice-dig”). It’s a small town most notable for its highly impressive castle, built by the Liechstenstein family, who still claim ownership; but it was confiscated by Communist Czechoslovakia, and the modern Czech republic is in no hurry to give all its ill-gotten castles back.
In the square containing the bus stop, this statue was to be seen: one side of the monument declared it to be erected by the locals in gratitude to an aristocratic benefactor; I forget the name, but another inscription read “Gott schuetze das Haus Liechtenstein” – “God protect the House of Liechtenstein!”
The square also contained this building, which I guess is a town hall but I forgot to check.
And this is a Czech stop sign.
While there we made an excursion to Valtice, on which more next week.