The official translation of a ‘holle weg’ is a sunken lane, and Gemeente Herent has produced an attractive little leaflet called ‘Holle wegen wandeling’ which takes you on a 7-km walk along the sunken lanes of Herent and Wilsele.
It wasn’t a particularly pleasant morning – cloudy, windy, and cold – but I was in need of some fresh air after a hard working week, so decided to go sunken lane walking. I’d done half of the walk in the summer, hence some of the photos give a rather different impression to current reality. If you are planning to do this walk soon, wear rubber boots: it’s very muddy in parts!
It’s a circular walk (here’s a map of the route) so you can start anywhere, but I chose the Molenweg bus stop on Rijweg (choose your bus below) …
So this is what a sunken lane looks like, in the summer:
Basically they are ancient field paths that over the years have become deepened by rainwater, animal tracks, and later by tractors. They lie below the level of the surrounding fields and are characterized by steep banks, often full of vegetation. They are great areas for wildlife, thanks to all the nooks and crannies, roots and trunks of trees.
The first stop of interest is the Mollekensberg, a public park, with plenty of space for kids to run around and even make a camp fire. When I was there in the summer a modern-day shepherd appeared with three well-trained sheepdogs and a flock of mixed sheep.
By this time I was feeling peckish, so instead of wasting time searching for the village baker’s, I decided to ask the first person I came across. Unfortunately it turned into one of those times that make me despair about ever integrating into Belgium. I came across a man walking his dog. In my best Dutch I asked him where I could find the local baker (‘bakker’).
“Wat?” he replied rather bluntly, as if he was talking to a complete imbecile.
“Ik ben op zoek naar de bakker,” I repeated.
“Wat? Nee, sorry,” he said, and began to edge away.
“De bakker!” I repeated, wondering how on earth I could say such a simple word and be completely un-understood. I thought I would help him out. “De bakker, om brood te kopen. Brood!” (To buy bread. Bread!)
The penny dropped, or at least the euro cent. “Ah de BAKKER!”, he exclaimed, pronouncing it EXACTLY as I’d been pronouncing it. And proceeded to give me directions to the nearest baker’s:
Or even more useful, “Ik ben op zoek naar de bakker!”
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Finally, a word of thanks to Arie Van der Beek for bringing my attention to this walk and passing me this leaflet. In return, Arie, you get a bit of free publicity. Arie conducts the youth orchestra KL!NK, whose next concert is 16th May 2015 in De Wildeman, Herent. Here they are in action.