I had an agreement with my work colleagues to meet at one of our houses and make stew for lunch.
We started with beer and conversation.
A colleague brought his drones.
We drove the drones in shifts, looked at the landscape from a height (when I saw a lake nearby) and while I was waiting for my turn for the second ride, I played with the dog, looked around his orchard and fields and tried to photograph the dove that was laying on the eggs in the nest that she made in front of his house.
After we drained the batteries on both drones, circling in the sky above a colleague's house, the smell of stew simmering in the kettle made me very hungry, and I had to take shelter somewhere.
I decided that until the stew was cooked and ready to eat, I would walk down the street of the small town where my colleague lives and try to find the lake I had seen on the drone camera.
Baranda, a small town in Banat, is better known for the domestic series "Vratiće se rode".
I didn't see storks today, but I did have a guide to a lake, which is mentioned in that series.
When I arrived at the parking lot, I saw that it was private property.
Um, what should I say if someone stops me and asks where I went?.
I'm going to play dumb and say I didn't see the sign, the gate was open and the ramp was moved to the side.
🙂
I walked across the parking lot, under the cane umbrella and when I passed the embankment, I saw the lake. More precisely, it's not a lake, it's actually a pond.
I figured it out when I saw a sign that said fishing is prohibited.
That was a bit strange to me, but my colleague (a resident of this place) explained to me that it is a sport fishing lake, based on the "catch and release" principle, but since the lake was sold to a private person, the ticket per rod is so expensive that people do not come in large numbers and that is why the attraction is failing.
The song of the birds, the croaking of some frogs and the sound of the warbler, along with the occasional sound of the waves made by the fish swimming in the lake, was all that could be heard in this place.
As was the sound of my empty stomach howling :-)
I walked a bit around the edge of the lake, took a few photos, but when I wanted to wash myself, I saw that the fountain was not working.
Just like this yellow excavator is not in operation either.
I can imagine what an attraction he is for children who come here with their parents.
While the dads are fishing, the kids are climbing on the excavator.
I didn't get too close to him, I could hear some rustling from the grass below him, so I didn't want to disturb the temporary resident of the shade under the excavator.
I headed back, because enough time had already passed and the stew must have been cooked by now.
My #Wednesdaywalk today ended just as the stew was ready to be poured onto the plates.
I took a lot more calories into my body than I spent walking to the lake and back, but the walk was definitely worth it.
