Showing posts with label Liège. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Liège. Show all posts

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Bévercé


It took a while to get here but it was worth the drive. Here in East Belgium the landscape is so diverse with its picturesque villages surrounded by wooded hills, valleys cut by winding and little known rivers.




And of course there are the ancient moorland of the “Hautes-Fagnes” covered with small pine trees, grass, and moss. The spongy moss retains water and forms deep peat bogs as the dead plants decays only partially. This huge peaty sponge soaked with water creates a cool and wet climate. This is one of the coldest and wettest areas of Belgium!

But today we were lucky.
It was rather too hot on the dry heaths with no shade.
While walking on the raised wooden walkways ruined walls caught my attention, the remnants of Cabane du Negus. The information sign tells us about Leon Rinquet, professor of Mathematics, called Negus. After the death of his mother in search for solitude, he decided to build himself a peat hut here on the Freneu fen as a refuge. He stayed here for long 54 years! I hope he found his peace.


We left the fen behind entering the forest.
A small wooden bridge brought us over the river Trôs Maret. We followed this dashing mountain stream down to the valley. The scenery was improving with every step as the river wriggled through a deep overgrown canyon.


After walking several kilometers we gradually descended down into the canyon to cross the river for the second time.

A shady path through the pine forest brought us back to the trailhead where this pleasant hike started.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Comblain-au-Pont


The nature reserve Les Tartines features many rocks with really steep paths; you can climb into caves (if not bricked up) and crawl through natural tunnels. And there is the Ourthe River nearby where you can splash into on a hot summer day like this.






All that sounded like a perfect area for Maarten if only...







The blackberry stems and stinging nettles obscured the faint path down through the lush marshy valley and as we crossed the idyllic meadow we literally have to jump into the bushes in search for the trail.


Maarten was very upset whining and lamenting that the nettles were scraping his legs and causing terrible itching, blaming me all the time for choosing such an overgrown trail.




His mood improved considerably after munching on wild raspberries and he completely forgot about the itching when we finally got to the river.





The swimming joy didn’t last long though. Within no time all the cows in the meadow led by a big brown bull gathered together and claimed their drinking spot back.




Cows and ticks and traffic noise.
Solitude is hard to find.