Firstly have I described how difficult access is to this shack. There is a very steep path on a loose and rocky unmade road then there are 80 steps to clamber up…narrow and steep. All that is fine….manage it without a problem each day. However yesterday the combination lock that holds the chain to lock the gate out didn’t work with the combination. I can’t tell you how difficult access would be if you can’t get out the gate. So I worked and worked on the lock for ages and eventually got it to open. But we had to find a new combination lock. So instead of heading off nice and early to Bled we had to hunt around for a lock. To no avail. Combination locks an impossible item just fyi, in case you desperately need one in Italy. And when you do find them they come with their own combination….no good for us because another house uses the path so we couldn’t change the combination. I’m not sure why I launched into that long and tedious story using my index finger but by the time I realised how long and tedious it was I was too far in!!!
We eventually got to Bled of course but it was already well into the afternoon. So fist things first and we found a nice restaurant sitting out on the terrace over the Lake. A most splendid view and a nice lunch (fish of course) which I finished with a Slovenian/Austrian cream cake….just couldn’t resist. You should have seen Chris’ look of horror!
Next we got on a boat, sort of an elongated gondola type thing, and were rowed out to the island in the middle of Bled Lake. They wait half an hour and then take you back. So you climb up to the church on top, you fly around a bit and look at the view, then you go back down the Hil and jump back on the boat.
At this point the skies were black and the opening of the heavens was imminent. We went up another hill to a church in the town, San Martin, then back to the car and a drive up to the castle that perches up on a rocky shelf above the town. Thinking it was going to be a lovely day, I was in thongs just by the way. And when I say drive up to the castle I mean drive up to the steep, slippery path that leads up to the castle. Got up there OK but then the heavens really did open. So in my thongs I had to negotiate the castle grounds and then get down the slippery slope to the car. I tell you it was a miracle that I got back uninjured.
So we drove back over to Italy in the rain, back home for a simple tea of prosciutto and cantaloupe. Then bed.
What a long story for a small day…
I wondered where Bled was, so just watched a lovely tourist video which showed, among other things, a fat gondola, lots of people skiing and doing outdoor sports and men pitching hay, all the while, in skies of BLUE. Not one bit of dribble or drizzle to be seen!!
Take care on those pathways to your happy shack.