Saturday, 18 November 2023

Mid-autumn snow

One for the record-book, it seems. The earliest snows in Warsaw since I started this blog in 2007 were on 14 October 2008 and 28 October 2012. But gosh, this feels weird! Below: my breakfast view this morning. Inside: 19.1C, outside: 1.0C.

We're still in mid-November and there's been a heavy snowfall... Although the temperature hasn't dipped below zero, the volume of snow, which was falling all night and all day today, has ensured that a fair amount has actually settled. Not on roads or pavements however, but everywhere else. And this is why it feels so weird - there are still plenty of trees in leaf - and a fair number of those leaves are still green! After a walk to the shops in Chynów and back and a light lunch, I set off for another stroll through orchards and forests to take in this most unusual landscape - autumn in the snow.


Below: the trees aren't bare yet - indeed, some leaves haven't yet had time to turn brown.


Below: canonical in the early snow, where orchard yields to forest beyond Jakubowizna.


Below: between Jakubowizna and Adamów Rososki. The usual snowscape monochrome broken up with the russet of autumn foliage.


Below: a view of farms in Gaj Żelechowski from the Machcin II to Jakubowizna footpath. Corduroy fields - snow settled only on the furrow tops.


Below: a Warsaw-bound Koleje Mazowieckie train approaching Chynów station. Where it stood, and it stood and it stood. I got all the way home and didn't hear the level crossing barriers or the train whistle... I checked Portal Pasażera. Train delays of up to 100 minutes were showing on the Radom line. Apparently some issue nearer town. Cleared up by the evening.


The next days will see temperatures oscillating between +7C and -7C. Messy. Time to change to my sturdy, warm, waterproof Ukrainian army boots.

This time last year:
The Algorithm of Fate

This time two years ago:
Non-local consciousness - science and spirituality

This time three years ago:
Fenced in at last

This time six years ago:
Poznań's Old Market

This time seven years ago:
Brexit, Trump and negative emotions

This time 12 years ago:
Premier Tusk's second exposé

This time 13 years ago:
Into Poland's former Heart of Darkness

This time 14 years ago:
Commuter schadenfreude

Thursday, 16 November 2023

Using it so as not to lose it

I have written before many times about the joys of Wars, Poland's catering company on rails. I make a point of using its services whenever I can, on the basis that its loss - or even its loss of quality - would pain me.

I'm back from Kielce, the journey from Chynów via Warka being a real pleasure these days, travelling on modern Dart trains, with a guaranteed buffet car. 

But buffet cars are not equal to each other... In recent weeks, I have travelled to Łódź, Kraków, Rzeszów, Wrocław and Kielce, using the services of Wars wherever possible, and I'd like to make the following observations. 

Firstly, there are big differences in the quality of service, mostly outside the control of the bar staff. Items might be missing off the menu - there was no chilli con carne on the way down to Kielce, there were no Jan Olbracht craft beers on the train from Wrocław, no hot cabbage, only a cold cabbage salad on two of the trains; and there were paper plates and recyclable wooden cutlery on the Kraków train (apparently there was no water for the on-board dishwasher). And prices are going up. 

Today I paid 59 złotys for schabowy (pork schnitzel) with braised cabbage and boiled potatoes with dill, served with a craft beer, this combo cost 51 złotys last December, and the falling pound means that's now £11.75 compared to £9.35.

And today, I was the only person tucking into a hot lunch - or indeed consuming anything - in the Wars compartment as the train headed north out of Kielce, despite it being half past one. Usually, one has to wait for a seat to become vacant, there being ten seats/three tables in the dining area. I hope this doesn't lead to that vicious spiral of rising prices - falling demand - lower quality of service - even less demand - eventually leading, as it did in the UK, to the end of the restaurant car as we know it. Replaced by a stand-up buffet serving crisps, Mars bars, Coke and tinned lager. If you're lucky.

So - here we are. The joys of Wars. Brought to me at the table, on a porcelain plate, with metal cutlery, with a craft beer, a schabowy lunch, below. Huge, piping hot, very tasty. I could hear the pork fillet being battered with a meat mallet back in the galley, then I could hear it sizzling away on the frying pan. Sadly, no glass glass with brewery logo, just a half-litre plastic beaker (can't have everything I want!), but otherwise ten out of ten.


As the ale cheers me from the inside and the scenery glides past outside, the hot, tasty meal takes on transcendental properties that mere stationary food cannot provide. Between Kielce and Suchedniów, the line snakes through the Góry Świętokrzyskie hills, much of it over 1,000 ft (304m) above sea level, offering the best scenery on the entire Warsaw-Radom-Kielce-Kraków route.

So - if you ever plan to travel around Poland, take the train, and - wherever possible - eat on the train! It's worth every zloty, and there's a danger that this particular joy may disappear if not enough folks indulge in it.

UPDATE 25.11.2023: just days after I travelled from Katowice to Warsaw on the Polonia express  (part of the journey in the restaurant car) PKP InterCity announces that as of the December timetable change, neither the Polonia nor the Moravia international expresses will include a restaurant car. Bastards. That decision has put an end to any plans I had as to visiting Vienna by train. Over nine hours without a hot meal? Surviving on sandwiches and crisps? NO THANKS!

Wednesday, 15 November 2023

Kielce across the tracks

Arriving at Kielce station (now renamed 'Kielce Główny'), cross under the tracks and head east into the city centre, as I did in February this year, and things look promising. The station is undergoing a thorough remont, the city centre is improving greatly. But go west under the tracks, and life as it was before 1989 seems to go on, though having degraded and decayed over the intervening decades. Below: ulica R. Mielczarskiego looking as decrepit as Warsaw's Służewiec Przemysłowy did in the 1990s.


Below: don't look up. Keep looking down unless you want a shoe-full of puddle water, or an ankle twisted on the perpetually uneven surfaces. And from the station to the trade fair, Targi Kielce, it's a five kilometre walk. And every step of the way with cracked, inadequate paving.


Under leaden skies, in on-off rain, the western industrial fringes of Kielce take on a depressing air of how things once were across Poland. Below: ulica Średnia (lit. 'average street' or 'middling street')


Below: don't steal our coal! Behind barbed wire, heaps of coal piled up by the railway station of Kielce Herbskie, along ul. Oskara Kolberga (1814-1890, ethnographer, folklorist, and composer - after whom my train back to Warsaw was also named).


Below: under-invested bus stop. Again, I can just about remember such scenes in Warsaw in the late 1990s.


Below: ul. Hoża; pre-war and post-war architectural styles. At least here the pedestrian crossing has been properly modernised.


Below: graffiti on electrical substation, ul. Batalionów Chłopskich, referring to a clerical sexual-abuse scandal from more than 20 years ago.


Below: back at Kielce Główny station, four local trains standing by the old platforms; to the left of frame the new station building and the modernised platform 1, with works approaching completion.


Given the importance to the importance to the local - and indeed national - economy of Targi Kielce exhibition and conference centre, the city authorities could have done a lot more to make the route there from the station easier on the eye and on the feet. 

This time three years ago:
Chynów situation update

This time four years ago:
Winding down, moving in, keeping on

This time five years ago:
Socialist-realist Tychy

This time seven years ago:
Face to face with the UK retailing scene

This time eight years ago:
Bricktorian Birmingham

This time ten years ago:
Welcome to Lemmingrad

This time 12 years ago:
Dream highway

This time 14 years ago:
The Days are Marching

This time 15 years ago:
First snow, 2007


Tuesday, 14 November 2023

Edwardów, south-west of Chynów, dusk

Another village yet undiscovered on foot on a there-and-back journey from my działka. Unlike Lasopole, that I hadn't been through at all, Edwardów I know from motorbike journeys down to Warka, especially during the year when the main Chynów-Warka road was being re-laid. And further on down this road - indeed the next village along - is Budziszyn, home of Browar Perun craft brewery.

To get to Edwardów by foot from Jakubowizna meant making my way through the forest between Węszelówka and Wola Chynowska (the latter being Chynów's southern fringe). This route is formally called ulica Polna, though in stretches it's no more than an overgrown footpath, known only to locals. Once over ul. Warecka, the main Chynów-Warka road - now furnished with a proper pavement, I go down one of those roads of dubious right of way - is it a public thoroughfare or a private drive? No signs either way. At the end, ambiguity. According to the satellite photos, I should turn left at the end. Here I see a path marked as private land, and passing it by, I carry on to the end of an orchard - and then turn right towards Edwardów, passing a group of man-made ponds. Below: looking south across one of the ponds, ten minutes after sunset. 

Below: soon after, I am crossing the Czarna river on a small bridge, sufficient to carry a tractor. In the distance, a sluice gate topped with a foot crossing.


I pass an open gate, a sign on the back of it, not visible from the path, says 'Private land No entry'. I saw no analogous sign from the other side, so hey. I am now on ul. Leśna,below, the main road through Edwardów. This runs south through Budziszyn and Budziszynek, emerging in Michalczew where it meets the Warka road. Note the array of solar panels on the nearest house, and the fresh asphalt.


Edwardów itself is posh. It has no 'centre' as such - it's just a typical Polish village strung out along a road, but the houses on it are a) big and b) new. For some reason, this place attracts the construction of large detached homes, many of which are not yet visible on Google Maps Street View imagery from 2013, or else appear under construction. 

Below: "Soft wind blowin' through the pinewood trees/The folks down there live a life of ease". Dusk, Edwardów.


Below: the road runs north through Edwardów towards Chynów, where it meets the old DK 50.


I'm getting that vibe again. All that's needed between here and the old DK 50 is a neon sign and a roadside bar selling draft Rolling Rock beer.


This time two years ago:
Dealing with the Hammer of Darkness
(Go to bed an hour earlier - ignore time change - went to bed last night I went at 22:00 and had over nine hours of wonderful sleep!)

This time six years ago:
Poland's dream of a superconnector hub
(Looks like it's died)

This time seven years ago:
The magic of superzoom

This time 11 years ago:
Welcome to Lemmingrad

This time 13 years ago:
Dream highway

This time 14 years ago:
The Days are Marching

This time 16 years ago:
First snow, 2007
(It's 12C outside right now!)

Sunday, 12 November 2023

Lasopole, west of Chynów

"...find a new path. As you learn about where you are, new paths will take you further and further afield; the paths closer to home you will have trodden many times already." This advice, offered to me [see previous post], I followed.

"Learning where you are" - deep local topographical insight. Knowing instinctively each path, each field, each waypoint; knowing how to navigate even in the dead of night; intimate appreciation of the land upon which you tread. "Further and further afield" - constantly extending the boundaries of that deep knowledge.

And so, I walked to the nearest point from my działka beyond which I have not yet walked. This is the path running parallel to the DK 50, which then turned left into the village of Lasopole (population 84). I've not been here before - neither on foot nor by motorbike. Below, a view of Droga krajowa nr. 50, the southern part of Warsaw's de facto ring-road - as it rises above the embankment, just one lane in each direction. At the top of the hill, go down to to the next crossroads and turn left.

Below: having turned south away from the DK 50, a zig-zag road leads into Lasopole. There's a well-invested orchard to the right, complete with hailstorm netting. But as I'll come to see, the land between Lasopole and Drwalew, the next village to the west, is home to few orchards; the landscape is to take on an entirely different appearance...

Below: this wayside chapel stands at the centre of Lasopole. The road running off on the left soon loses its asphalt and turns into a footpath running through a field, ending up by the Czarna river. Sadly no convenient crossing over it to connect (even a small footbridge) to the centre of Chynów.

[Update 6 February 2024: I discover that though no online map, not even OpenStreetMap, shows this, there's a fallen concrete post placed across the Czarna, allowing pedestrians to cross in relative safety.]


Below: looking south from the centre of Lasopole, a long straight road leading to the old DK 50, that carried all the east-west traffic transiting central Poland before the bypass was opened in 2009. A different landscape beckons. 

Below: looking west towards Drwalew and the remaining buildings of the PGR (state farm). Large fields - not narrow strips; the corn crop has been partially harvested. The PGR works the land to a different scale than the local farmers' smallholdings. Hundred-hectare (250-acre) fields like this are rare in Mazovia, where, according to Poland's agriculture ministry, the average farm size is 8.9 hectares.

Below: medium-tension electricity lines leading towards the buildings of the PGR.

In the 1920s, this used to be a large estate belonging to one French landowner, aptly, a M. Longchamps (lit. 'Longfield' or 'Długopole'); he sold it in 1928 to a successful Polish pharmacist, Stanisław Klawe, who established a pharmaceutical plant on part of the property. After the war the pharma plant was nationalised to become Biowet, a manufacturer of veterinary medicines; the surrounding lands were collectivised as PGR Drwalew rather than be broken up into smallholdings. Below: the road from the wayside chapel at Lasopole to the old DK 50 forms the eastern boundary of the PGR.

Googling PGR Drwalew, I discover that the Polish state still has thousands of state-owned farms on its books - there are ten of them registered in Grójec poviat (county) alone! [Full list here for download as an Excel file.] Seven are state horticultural farms (Państwowe Gospodarstwa Ogrodnicze); two are state fish farms (Państwowe Gospodarstwa Rybackie); PGR Drwalew is the only classic arable farm in Grójec poviat in the Stalinist sense of agriculture - land owned and worked by the state.

Interestingly, three of the PGRs ('Danko HR') are part of a state-owned company, Danko Hodowla Roślin Sp. z o.o., belonging to the National Support Centre for Agriculture, of special importance for national agriculture, focused on breeding new varieties and the production of seeds. PGR Drwalew, however, has no such 'special importance' status. 

According to the Chynów gmina (commune) website, PGR Drwalew was connected to the town sewerage system in early 2019, and was at that time home to over 200 people (Drwalew's total population is around 900). Other than that, there's no mention of ths PGR online. Below: the gmina's official map, showing land ownership. PGR Drwalew is marked in pink, note how surrounding plots of land, privately owned, are far smaller...

Below: the old DK 50 between Drwalew and Chynów; since the bypass opened, it's very quiet here, only local traffic, which is good, as I have to walk this road all the way into Chynów (from the bottom right of the pink field in the map above). Cars were mercifully rare, and being local traffic, drivers tended to treat a pedestrian on the verge with due respect, slowing down and indicating.

Below: after the apple harvest, it's time to cut down old orchards before they become unproductive - typically nine growing seasons. Five rows of trees have been removed, roots and all (wykarczowanie) on the corner of ulica Działkowa and ul. Słoneczna, Chynów, yielding completely new vistas. It's a sudden shock, when a view that you've been used to for years changes. Old familiarity evaporates.

Below: back home, looking up the street towards my house, up the hill and into the trees. Solid fuel being burnt to warm homes.


I realise that it is six years since I bought my działka. Good to be far from the madding crowd, far from the hustle and bustle of a society hell-bent on sales and consumption. Scale back, withdraw, and slow down. De-materialise. 

Twelve kilometres walked today.

This time last year:
On etymology

This time two years ago:
Free will, determinism, and the supernatural

This time three years ago:
Hammer of Darkness cubed

This time five years ago:
Magic day, in and around Jakubowizna

This time six years ago:
Warsaw-London-Ealing

This time eight years ago:
With my father and brother in Derbyshire

This time ten years ago:
In praise of Warsaw's trams

This time 13 years ago:
Setting sun in the mountains

This time 14 years ago:
That learning moment

Tuesday, 7 November 2023

Fully automatic - intuitive intelligence

On the train to Wrocław, I partake of the diner car on the basis of use it or lose it - a place where for under £10 I can have a meal freshly cooked, served on china with steel cutlery with a craft ale. Having lunched, I return to my seat for the rest of the journey, and drift off into a reverie... Something tells me to take out my laptop and listen. I do so. 

And here, pretty much unredacted (the odd punctuation mark inserted here and there), though my interface, is my automatic writing [unlike this story, where I turned the channelled words into a short story] is as it came. My fingers fly across the keyboard, like an electronic Ouija board:

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 

{{ And let it go and let it flow and let the voices of the waves sweep along the tidal floor. True, it goes where it wants; it will take you to the old pear tree, under which moonbeams gather. To seek them, to touch them is to offer up old ways of being and cut loose old formal tethers. Motivated by moonlight, I close the door on those old ways. They have become increasingly redundant, clawed back by new realities. Water and warmth; that is important. Life sustaining life, thought begetting thought, endlessly. Truth is within grasp, being open to it allows one to sample its embrace. Machines, on which we have become dependent, may come and go, but life – the life that wants to live, the life that wants to be lived, will find a way. Are you ready?

On that moonlit night, find a new path. As you learn about where you are, new paths will take you further and further afield; the paths closer to home you will have trodden many times already. Check the winter moon – when it waxes full, when nights are long, let it guide you to the first new path you have yet to take. Where will it take you? Serene, thoughtful, alert. Energised by fields of thought from those who have passed on, true reflections upon that which leaves its mark. 

The sky holds clues – watch it diligently. Partake of it. Understand that you are of it, that it made you. And to it ultimately you will return. What is meant, what is sought? Enough people have asked, enough have fought and died. Ambitions stifle; be still. Directions at each crossroads will be offered to you. Choose not your path by force; flow. It is easy. It is easier than thinkers have painted it! Guidance is free, it permeates the Cosmos. Settle upon the way, it is bright. Life begets life, thought begets thought. Curiosity without gestures, but seek not alone. Others are seeking too – look out for them. Walk by their side.

Memories are milestones upon your way, fruitful recollection brings meaning to being. And so the paradox – the faster time flies, the stronger the sense of fulfilment of that which was meant to happen. Connection – try to stay connected; it is true, life distracts in many ways. Sparkle like reflections upon the waves, the sun just above yet far away.

Fold away that which folds easily, branches brush against you as you pass. Drop ballast, reject the conformity that moulds to a shape that rolls not. Eagerness is something not to lose, but eagerness to please is. Find earthy goodness, if it is not around you, move to where you can plunge your fingers into soil. As the sky, so the earth. Fertile, pleasing, generative, hopeful. 

Concentric thoughts rippling from you touches upon concentric thoughts from other seekers. Mark your way as you go. Increase in gratitude, for it multiplies the graces bestowed upon you by fate. Different words when your hair is grey, different words when you are young. Restlessness settles, new landscapes beckon on your doorstep, ridge after ridge unto the river. Upon the plain there is calm, a quiet that is lacking in the towns of your youth.

Consume effort on concentration. Don’t give up when distraction tugs; distraction is not a fork in the road but a hole into which you stumble. Tread lightly and be sparing in your material demands. 

Connections appear and disappear – observe them as such. Patterns will repeat, they might whisper, they might shout. They are there to be noticed; the tunnel in space and time through which you pass is lined with them, patterns of all shapes and of all sizes. Guides and mirrors they are, new ways of considering that which you have considered before. 

Do not worry unduly. }}

Dictated on this day, between Lubliniec and Brzeg.

This time two years ago:
A deeply spiritual experience
[Andy and I were shooting historical weapons again last Friday!]

This time three years ago:

This time six years ago:
Gliwice's new station

This time eight years ago:
Reanimated - my father's car 

This time nine years ago:
Defending Poland against hybrid warfare 

This time ten years ago:
Another office move

This time 12 years ago:
PiS splits again - Solidarna Polska formed 

This time 13 years ago:
Tesco vs. Auchan
[Since then Tesco has left Poland and I'm boycotting Auchan - let its owners choke on their fucking roubles.]

This time 16 years ago:
My father's house


Monday, 6 November 2023

On human failings

Student SGH's latest blog post has prompted me to respond. And so (at last!) I'm publishing a post that I've been putting off writing for several days – a post about procrastination and attention deficit.

It occurred to me that one reason I find completing tasks difficult – particularly when I'm not facing any external deadline – is that my mind tends to wander off to something more interesting, more curious, more affecting. Then off I go, at a tangent. [Since starting to write this I've been distracted by a dozen small tasks, each getting in my way.]

It's this trait that I wanted to write about, in particular when combined with certain traits found along the autism spectrum, namely nerdish RRBI (repetitive and restricted behaviours and interests)

As I've written before, I believe that most of us live our lives affected to a certain degree by one psychiatric spectrum or another, whether it's autism/Asperger's, ADHD, obsessive-compulsive disorder, depression, bipolar disorder, narcissism, schizophrenia etc – in most cases well below the threshold for diagnosis. And these traits can co-exist – two or more, at low levels, low enough not to be picked up by the casual observer - or indeed, even by the subject. [This case shows how difficult it is even for healthcare specialists to spot the symptoms in themselves.

Looking at my life, my education, my career, my personal life, I can now look back and identify how my inability to focus has held me back from reaching my own internally-set goals and ambitions. However, having said that, to balance it out, the RRBI has been helpful in narrowing down fields of interest. 

And here I return to the great question I've often asked, regarding specialists vs. generalists, the former being more likely to be on the autism spectrum, the latter having a degree of attention deficit. My father used to tell me off as a child for trzymanie zbyt wielu srok za ogon – literally, holding too many magpies by the tail – rather than focusing on, and completing, one task.

So the two tendencies - one being the pursuit of specific and narrow areas of interest, the other being a tendency to lose focus and wander off – lead to my main characteristic – inconsistency. Straying between "That was really good!" and "That was crap." 

Because my mind does indeed wander, it takes me longer to get things done; it takes me longer to learn. I now realise, aged 66, why it's taken me so long to acquire a deep understanding of those things I deeply understand – and how to communicate my understanding of them. But then again, this returns me to my threads about longevity. A long life of life-long learning will allow you to gain deeper knowledge of individual topics (if you are a scatter-shot generalist), or broader knowledge across a wider range of topics (if you are a focused specialist).

Masking one's behavioural failings requires good self-knowledge, emotional intelligence, and the ability to read how people see you. [One set of autism-spectrum traits that I lack is the inability to empathise or socialise. So just the RRBI. And the ADHD trait that I lack is the hyperactivity. Just the attention deficit.] During my socialisation period (age 10-50), the RRBI was kept in check, so that I'd fit in. Don't talk to girls about trains. Now, I'm less bothered to mask. I am as I am.

But then there's another trait - and I'd argue a character-neutral one – that keeps (lost focus again, time to make some breakfast)... [Two conference calls and some office work later, I finally get round to finishing this post, and realise I forgot how I intended to finish this sentence.]

So – what do I consider to be the worst human trait? 

Psychopathic/sociopathic behaviour, especially when presented in conjunction with narcissism. 

Which human beings are doing most damage to humanity right now, in the past, and – unless restrained by societies – in the future? Egotistical psychopaths, megalomaniacs using murderous force to get their way. If only Putin and Xi had been hamstrung in life by chronic procrastination! [But then some other evil bastard would have got to run those two systems; I'd have to move on from psychology to political science...]

I have worked with and for psychopaths – ultra-competitive, heartless, ruthless bastards, trampling over human lives, over the people who find themselves working for them, who have to endure stress, humiliation, job loss – and all because one man (and it's nearly always a man) has personal wealth-and-power goals to meet. And most psychopaths are highly skilled at masking these traits. Fortunately, such people are far fewer in number than procrastinators. Unfortunately, the psychopaths tend to gravitate toward (or rather push themselves into) positions of power, using power to enrich themselves, and using those riches to buy more power. This is the worst human trait. Until we fully understand the ladder of authority, and turn the hierarchy that's innate in mammalian societies into networks built upon consensus, we will have to live with psychopaths ruling over us.

Procrastinators won't push the nuclear button. 

About procrastinators, I worry not.

This time last year:
Sunny Sunday meditations


This time 12 years ago:
Town planning and the Sublime Aesthetic

This time 13 years ago:
On the long road from Zero to One

This time 14 years ago:
Łódź Rising

Thursday, 2 November 2023

Early-November reflections

I decided that my cemetery visit yesterday wouldn't be to Chynów, but to Rososz - a longer (14,000 paces there and back) walk, but to a smaller, quieter and newer cemetery, surrounded by forest. The parish church was built in 1985, the earliest graves in this cemetery dates back to the late 1980s. Time to come to reflect in the stillness, upon life and death. I set off at half past three, planning to arrive shortly after sunset.


These two photos represent the whole cemetery, with one row of graves behind me. Rososz itself has a population of 75 residents (2018 data), surrounding villages (Rososzka, Dobiecin, Jurandów and Zbyszków) maybe another 300 more. There is a third of a century's worth of graves here right now - I wonder how the cemetery will look in ten, in twenty years' time.


Below: from the edge of Adamów Rososki, looking west towards Jakubowizna and a setting sun. On the outward leg of my walk - I returned in total darkness, much of the way through the forest.


Below: the same place, across the street, a day later. Machcin II to the left, Jakubowizna straight on, Adamów Rososki to the right.


It's that time of year when apple traffic is at its most intensive. Below: tractor hauling two trailers loaded with fruit heading south from Adamów Rososki to the nearest punkt skupu (point of purchase). 


I have been getting into the habit of going to bed at 10pm and rising at 6am. This gives me back that hour of daylight that the weekend's time-change has stolen from us all. So a morning walk is all the more pleasurable. Below: the trackside road, Chynów, one of the XII Canonical prospects, half an hour or so after sunrise...


...and half an hour or so after sunset. I love this place.


Further walk in the forest. In the distance I see some red discs - my immediate assumption was that these were discarded children's toys. As I got closer - I see large toadstools. The white 'warts' are are remnants of the membrane that enclosed the entire mushroom when young.


This time four years ago: