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| The chapel at Maria Elend |
OK, so it’s not been the best of weather this past few days. Last week,
baking hot, this week damp and grey. But this weather has its own mystery and
charm.
Because Embach is pretty high up, we don’t have to gaze upwards to see
the clouds. They scud down the village street, brush the church steeple. You
can literally have your head in the clouds.
The mountains around us are dramatically cloaked in swirling mist. It is
like being at a nightclub where the dancer with two fans, coyly reveals one
tantalising curve after another, but never all at once. We see one part of the
mountain, then, as the breeze shifts the mists, another is revealed and the
first bit is hidden.
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| Taxenbach in the valley, glimpsed for a few seconds before disappearing into the mists |
In this weather, water seems to seep from every crevice, meadow, hollow
and rock. The sound of trickling, rushing, dripping and gurgling accompanies
the walker everywhere. Some meadows never dry out and harbour special flowers that
thrive on having their feet in cold, wet soil.
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| The Kirchbach chuckling its way to four capital cities and ten countries |
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| Some flowers enjoy soggy ground |
The stream which runs through Embach, the Kirchbach, is busy chuckling
its way down into the village where it tunnels under the village centre and
emerges to meander its way to the precipice before plunging down into the
Salzach. Its onward journey to the Black Sea will take two weeks and on its way
it will pass through four capital cities and touch the borders of ten
countries.
It doesn’t have to be a brilliant sunny day for a walk here to be
enjoyable. The air is cool, fresh, invigorating, inviting. Gulp it down. Fresh
air doesn’t get better than this. After all, the sun will be shining tomorrow.
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| Swirling, dramatic views across Embach |
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