Walking to the Stift Göttweig Bells
I’m sitting on the balcony at the Artist Residence.
My view starting immediately below me, reveals balcony gardens of other
apartments, then the Hofer (Aldi in Australia), a main road, children playing
soccer (white and yellow kit, joyous cries) and beyond that the Danube with the
now resting dredger, and finally the vineyards, towns and hills of the Southern
bank.
It is 6:11pm ( 2:11am in Melbourne). After
an overcast start the day has been glorious. The knowledge that Austrian’s are
disappointed with their summer—too much rain—has turned my attention to the weather,
especially as I am working on a non-waterproof tent.
On my right stands a pink and blue
building, taller that the iAIR thus hiding my view of the Stift Göttweig where Alice and I walked to on Monday evening last. Alice
tells me that a Stift is both a pen and a monastery. I wonder if they somehow
share an etymology? I am imagining Medieval monks writing illustrated
manuscripts, with and inside their Stift.
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Stift Göttweig |
From this side of the Danube the monastery
is imposing and visible from most places except this. The walk is approximately
2 hours each way. This estimate assumes the walkers are concentrating on
waymarkers, and does not factor in the long route round, or the need to back
track. Alice and I managed all of the above, adding perhaps an hour to our
ascent. However, there were two excellent outcomes. Firstly, it meant we walked
up around the back and through lovely woods on the steep incline to the summit.
Secondly, it delayed our arrival, so that when we did finally reach the gates
of the monastery it was 6pm and the bells for evening mass were pealing. I spontaneously
recorded the bells on my phone; they continued for several minutes, and then
the sounds spaced and faded until eventually the bells stopped and we could
hear singing coming from within the Church. I pictured the bells inside the
tower gradually losing momentum, never echoing, but cushioning and softening
their own sounds.
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any surface may carry a wayfarer mark |
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wayfaring trees |
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wayfaring archway |
The interior of the Church was predictably
ornate, the man singing somewhere inside could be heard not seen, even when we
walked inside.
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Stift and crane |
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Echium vulgare |
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Mary Delany- Physalis |
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Wildflowers clinging on. |
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Tiny chapel, another missed turn |
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Shady woods around the back |
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Stift bells greet us |
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Church and graves in the valley |
We descended via the other face of the hill.
The sun was setting before us, and we were washed with the golden light of
pre-dusk. This side of the hill, the actual Jakobsweg, was much rockier and
drier—a different microclimate to the woods on the other side. We moved quickly
back to the little town where we had taken a wrong turn, trudging through the
vineyards and stopping for some Strudel at a bar/restaurant before crossing the
Danube and returning to Krems via Stein.
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acorns (descent) |
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Rocky western face |
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Nightshade |
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Getting closer, or was it further away? |
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Conkers and an early wrong turn. |
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Harvest Moon in Japan (Junichi says..) |
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Stein by night |
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Stein bicycles |
I found string and pink rubbish on this
walk.
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