Last Saturday, the morning dawned grey and cloudy, but the chirpy Belgian weatherlady on the radio predicted a rolling away of the clouds and blue skies galore, so I decided to delay my walk until the afternoon.
I shouldn’t have been swayed by her optimistic chirping. By lunchtime she had changed her tune. The thick cloud cover was now here to stay. All day. Never mind, it was fresh air and exercise I craved, so off I set.
There were still a couple of walks around Grez-Doiceau that I hadn’t covered yet (the others I had walked here, here and here). One started from Grey-Doiceau itself; the other in the tiny hamlet of Doiceau. Thinking that Doiceau might be less grey than Grez-Doiceau, I chose the former.
The walk indicated on the map starts from Doiceau church; a plain and ugly building that doesn’t deserve a photo. The route isn’t marked, but starts along Chemin Des Crahauts and this beautifully covered wall, which definitely does deserve a photo.
The locals who live here are obviously a sporty lot, at least if you are a golfy, tennissy, horsey sort of person:
And if you like your golf, and fancy waking up and strolling over to the clubhouse for an early morning round, then this house directly opposite the golf club is (currently) available for rent:
But what is this, I wonder, parked in the golf club car park?
You can follow the route I took here.
But I know what you are thinking. How did I get on with cooking the chestnuts?
Well, I ended up with 1.4 kilograms of the most delicious looking chestnuts. I was so looking forward to baking and eating them. They would bring back memories of an autumn spent working in Basel when the city centre was full of chestnut vendors cooking and selling little bags of hot chestnuts.
The whole day long there was a smell of burnt chestnuts throughout the house!
Maybe I should have called the owner of the pink hearse to give them a proper burial.
Better luck next time perhaps!