"OSTPREUSSEN IDYLL (4)" Suchacz Travelogue by AsturArcadia

Let us continue our brief tour of Lecze . . .

Lecze.

The remains of the windmill on the hill overlooking Lecze.

Idyll . . .

Summertime idyll in the undulating meadows above Suchacz. Fine agricultural land, but sadly many of these fields are no longer used for anything other than the grazing of a handful of tethered cows. Nothing wrong with the soil, though. Plenty wrong with EU policies of dumping cheap German grain on Poland!

'Stands the Church clock at ten to three?
And is there honey still for tea?'

Rupert Brooke: 'The Old Vicarage, Grantchester' (1912)

Kadyny.

A harvest-time view of the southern end of the planned village of Kadyny, a full description and history of which can be found in 'Cantabrian Summer, Baltic Winter', when Tamuna and Martin explore the place during an afternoon walk.

Kadyny.

A closer look at two of the semi-detached cottages in Kadyny, on the road to the beach. There are detail differences in architectural styles between each of the buildings in this part of the village.

Kadyny.

Kaiser Wilhelm II fell in love with Cadinen and had a substantial mansion built there for use during his summer visits. Today, part of the complex appears to be out of use, though structurally sound and well cared for. The remainder is a hotel, apparently owned by a British chain (with some 'typical' British dishes available in the restaurant, as well . . .) and crudely advertised as a 'Country Club'. We sampled the facilities for three nights in September 1999. The atmosphere then was superficially similar to that of a Spanish Parador (and the prices were on the same level, too . . .), the furnishings elegant, and the rooms compact and comfortable. The fittings in the bathroom were a trifle odd - the loo roll holder was fixed on the wall a couple of metres (no kidding) distant from the loo itself, which made me wonder who could have thought up that one, and for what purpose. We were the only people eating in the huge dining hall at night, and as soon as we had settled at our table on went the music. No complaints over the choice - Bizet's l'Arlesienne (I can't recall whether it was both suites, or just one) - but as soon as it had finished, it started again, and there was an identical performance (with repeats) each night.