Točník and Žebrák

My sister Naty begged me to plan another excursion for this weekend and, despite my misgivings, I agreed. The weather looked positively dreadful, but the weather forecast kept saying the fog would clear up, which we instinctively trusted because we live in a valley that has ugly weather even when the rest of the country is sunny. As the pictures show, the fog did not clear up. Our visit to the castles Žebrák and Točník seemed more like a visit to a spooky graveyard, which it might as well have been since we barely saw the castle anyway. Speaking of bears, we saw two down in the moat of the castle, as well as a goose and a drake.

Žebrák is the older of the two castles, dating to the thirteenth century, while Točník was built in the fourteenth. The area was one of King Wenceslas IV’s favourite haunts, but Žebrák began to lose importance after Točník was built, and Točník itself received much damage during the Thirty Years’ War, from which it would not fully recover until the twentieth century. 

Even a little wooden house looks spooky in this weather
So does this wooden house
The same
More of the same
Autumn leaves
More spooky autumn sceneries
A goose
A bear
The goose and the drake seemed to be the best of friends
The bridge over the moat
The castle Točník
The bear from above
Some picturesque gables
The castle Žebrák
The same but with a little more light

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