Here are few pictures I took on the walk on Saturday morning. The light was dim, but the rain had ended. The night before, we had walked from our guest room to the wedding party in heavy rain and storm. It was just a few hundred yards away, but we got there all wet.
The village Eyendorf, as I mentioned, is more than 900 years old. The name may have to do with the German word for oak, Eiche.
The inscription on the house front is from 1837. It says: "Rebuilt after the raging fire. We will from now on again praise the Lord in gratitude."
On our way, I took pictures of a tree battle, a hawthorne smashed an elder tree in a long fight. To me, the elder is a magic tree -- or shrub, very often it does not reach tree size. Its wood is brittle and looks like imploded under the violence of the hawthorn. A slow war between plants. Hm.