This will be a sentimental post. I will take you on a tour around my hometown Wałcz. It’s a small town in northwestern Poland in a lake district. It’s a pretty, quiet town where nothing happens. The photo above is a view from a tiny hill almost opposite to my home. Today it seems tiny, but it was huge when I was little. The hill was first socialisation area for me, I would meet there with friends and play. The gate hasn’t change since I remember. The unplastered walls you can see were used as a blackboard when we played school. If you look closely you can see my writing from over 20 years ago.
This is the lake Zamkowe. I could see it from my kitchen window. I love water, even though I’m scared of it. I always argue with Tomek and anybody else that you can’t be bored with water like sea, lake or river. Everyday it looks different, it’s never boring. Next to a church is my primary school, I was lucky as it was only 5 minute walk.
I always struggle with taking photos when I’m at home as for me most of the lake looks very plain, almost boring as on the photo above.
These are important trees. They were used as a scenography for other play games like home. Each of us had one room, there was a bathroom as well and living room. We made toys out of plants growing on the hill and colour paper. The little hill was also used as a sliding track in the winter. I’ve never like sliding probably because my sleight were old and hard to steer, or maybe because I’m a coward.
It is just a word that caught my eye on one of the benches, but it actually turned into a prophecy. The night we came back to Dublin there were plenty of zombies on streets, although they looked happy and were having good time, but how the bench in Wałcz could know that?
Now we need to cross the street and go around the second lake. Yes, there are two lakes in the town. This one is more sporty as there is an olympic preparation sport centre, mostly canoers and rowers practise there. The informal name for the area is “Bukowina” it refers to beech wood that surrounds the lake .
It’s a lovely walk. We were so lucky, the weather was gorgeous, around 18C and sunny. The trees looked like they were on fire, with all those yellows, oranges and reds.
I’ve walked there so many times, with friends, with parents, family, boyfriends… I was there in spring when the ground is all white from tiny snowdrops or violet from violets. I was walking there in the summer, when it’s nice and fresh and full of mosquitos. You can see the autumn yourself. In winter it’s beautiful as well when the lake is all frozen, you can only see anglers on the ice trying to get a fish. It’s so quiet then.
And at the very end of our trip there is a small beach and cafe where you can order coffee or ice-cream. I hope you enjoyed the trip.