And the Water Flows..

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I live in a small town on the border of Czech and Slovak Republic. In fact, the borderline between these two republics is formed by the river Morava here. So one of her bank belongs to Czech, the other to Slovak.

And this river flows almost behind our house. It is a very pleasant walk along its banks, to the weir, watching birds and relaxing.

Yesterday, I walked there with a friend of mine. She had a day off, I was free in the afternoon, so we went to enjoyed the mother nature.

We left for the walk at about one o´clock in the afternoon. The weather was very changeable - the sunbeams were replaced by cloudy sky almost every five minutes. The only thing which lasted was the temperature - it was freezing. We were freezing. All the time.

We are leaving the housing estate and heading to the river in this photo:

The housing estate is bordered by the one-time rivulet:

... and over the rivulet there is nothing but fields and woods:

When we were children we loved having so big playground. We were jumping over the water (which was clear those times) and climbing the trees in the field. And in autumn we were flying kites there. Big space - lots of kites.

Then we reached one of the branches of the river:
Where people live along its banks:

...and where also some animals as ducks, swans and beavers live. We saw the ducks, but didn´t see the beavers. Also swans live in the different part of the river.

And where every house has its own little piers and thanks to this, some very nice scenes can be seen. As this one:

Then we reached the embankment and dam:

... and the look back at the town:

And then the "proper" river. On the left of the dam:



...and on the right of the dam (the bridge connects the Czech and Slovak republic as the river is their natural border):

Notice the different mood and clouds in the photos. The photos were taken in maximum 5-minute intervals and the sky looked differently every time.

We were so cold we had to go to the log cabin, the pub near the weir.

.. a look from the log cabin to the river:

When we left the pub for home, the sun was just setting. In the winter the sun usually starts to set at about four o´clock here.

...and we hurried home, and were thinking only about the hot bath to melt our bodies a bit.

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