Today I drove 20 - 25 kilometers and then walked a kilometer or two for this post ...
... along the pretty long drystone wall ...
... on the road that leads to the small settlement called Gajana.
Gajana is just a cluster of houses with some small farms at the edges. No church, no compact old center, nothing iconic that villages in this area usually have.
But that doesn't make this place uninteresting. Not completely, at least.
I started this walk a couple of kilometers from the houses of Gajana.
My car was parked by the road, and this wall, the main protagonist of the post, was the first interesting thing I encountered.
A beautiful oak tree was embedded in the wall about two hundred meters further.
The ground under the tree was partially covered with fallen leaves ...
... and carpeted with the dense growth of some gray lichens.
About halfway to the small village, I came across this large opening in the wall. It was an entrance that leads to the fields, and there, at the entrance ...
... I came across this big, rusty piece of something. I don't know what is this exactly. It looks like a part of some big machine.
Here you can take a look at the rusty interior.
A bit further, in the wall ...
... I found some strange mummified thing, well camouflaged among the stones.
These are the dead & dry remains of a tree that was part of the wall some years ago.
After some more walking, the wall ended.
I was standing by the first house of Gajana, in from of another wall. This one had a small shrine embedded in it.
On the large lawn behind the wall ...
... I saw two goats ...
... and a bunch of chickens.
The day was sunny, but I saw a snowflake floating in the air above the narrow country lane at the entrance of Gajana. There was only one snowflake but it was a big, trophy snowflake.
At one point the goats walked across the lawn ...
... towards the pretty large house ...
... with goat hides hanging on the balcony.
After taking this photograph ...
... I was walking towards the car ...
... and everything looked the same.
The same road.
The same wall.
AS ALWAYS IN THESE WALKS ON HIVE, THE PHOTOGRAPHS ARE MY WORK - THE END.