Beautiful wintery Chynów

The clouds rolled away, the frost came back, the sun shone on the snow. Beautiful. Scrapper's on the mend but still in the house; his brothers are continuing to show solidarity by staying in at home with him. So only Céleste and Wenusia (below) want to step out with me and go for a walk in the forest next door. Here we are in the front garden.

The forest next door. My cats see this very much as their territory. We have our routine here; to the fallen log, then onto a stump close to the fence between my garden and the forest, and then back home.

Below: Céleste and Wenusia on their way back, following me home from the forest.

The cats all in the house, I set off to the other end of Chynów, to do some shopping at the Dino supermarket opened in 2022. I've not been here for a long while, but good to see a wider range of products on offer, reflecting increasingly sophisticated consumer tastes in rural Poland. Across the road from Dino is Hotel Chynów; the view smites me with a mid-century Midwest motel vibe.

"Club Tropicana, drinks are free..." Is this the Seychelles? Are we on a Caribbean beach? No. This is the field between Chynów out there to my left and Lasopole to my right. Half past two in the afternoon and the sun is low in the sky.

Cutting back from Dino across the fields behind Chynów, heading towards the cemetery. Hard work in the snow. Every other footstep goes through the icy crust and into the deep snow beneath, yet not all, with the ice supporting my weight every now and then. A strange sensation.

Below: I am on the Czarna river. Is it iced over or is it just bone dry? When the snow finally melts the outcome for Mazovia's water courses will be positive.

Below: Main Street, Chynów, population 1,100. Home to three supermarkets.

Below: ulica Wspólna, looking towards Jakubowizna. The brick house on the left is the local veterinary surgeon. Yes, yes, I know. Castrate the cats. As soon as I can get the car out of the drive.

A lovely walk. Including the forest, a total of ten kilometers, 12,800 paces; two hours in the sun.

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