Svatý Jan pod Skalou and the Peak of Autumn

As the pandemic worsens, people find solace in a variety of things. I, for example, have dedicated myself to long walks with my dog. The colours of autumn have just about reached their peak, and I dread the ugly weather we will have afterwards.

I took my camera out four times this week. The first batch of photos is from a short Tuesday walk to the forest. The second batch is from Friday, when I decided on a whim to walk three kilometres to a lookout above Svatý Jan pod Skalou, a picturesque little town with a monastery and a cave that was reputedly once the abode of Saint Ivan. The monastery itself dates back to the eleventh century. It has been a long time since I made this walk, and the towering trees seemed more magnificent than they usually do. There are many pictures, so I will upload the rest in separate posts. 

Purple chrysanthemums 
My mum's roses
 
A forest path
Some sort of bizarre mushroom 
The same from another angle
Yellow leaves
More yellow leaves
Chamomile?
Sweet briars
An old fence
An autumn road
More autumn leaves
Some berries on the second walk
A flower
A forest path
My dog
More forest paths
Autumn leaves
More autumn paths
More autumn scenery
More paths
More of the same
A forest playground by the "na Herinkách" Oak
More forest paths
My dog in front of trees
More forest scenery
More autumn scenery
The lookout over Svatý Jan pod Skalou
The Monastery at Svatý Jan pod Skalou
My dog in front of Svatý Jan pod Skalou
More pictures of the monastery
More of the same
More of the same
More of the same
An aesthetic tree stump
More forest paths
More forest sceneries
The view of Beroun from near the Oak "na Herinkách"
Another forest path

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