Kardan was a big town – Lidl and all – but I sailed on past. I took a wrong turn to Knezice – (all the villages end with ‘ice’ around here)I should have turned left then immediately right again but I just turned right. Since the mistake had involved a zoom down hill, I had no intention of climbing back up and therefore was now forging my own path. The map on the Mac is not completely downloaded – so if I zoom in, without wifi, I get white squares where the information won’t stay – that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it. I haven’t even got a small scale paper map anymore. I was running parallel to the route that ‘Komoot’ had worked out for me, and I could see where I was, which was good enough.
I went through a pretty village with a pond (lots of the villages have ponds around here – some cleaner than others). This particular pond was full of freshly mown grass, as the surrounding grass had recently been cut. What stopped me was a weird ratcheting noise (I’ve got my hearing aids back in now). I quickly realized it came from frogs – and the pond was full of them. When I walked around the pond to investigate they all jumped into the water and hid.
And I saw yet another hare. I’ve never seen so many hares before – I spot one just about every day. This particular one was only about 6 ft. away from me, but all I could see was the tips of his ears sticking out from above the wheat. When he realized I was so close, he hopped off pretty sharpish.
AT around 8pm I started thinking about finding a camping place. I asked a chap mowing his lawn – but he reckoned the nearest place was back in Kardan. I had passed through there in the morning so I had no intention of going back. That’s the trouble with asking folk who drive cars – a thirty minute drive might take me several hours – especially if hills are involved! I thanked him for his advice then cycled on up the lane – and found a suitable place amongst some trees about 500 metres from the road. (Wow – imperial measurements in one paragraph and metric in the next – I’m very confused – sorry!). They were oak trees – with brand new leaves all soft and green. I didn’t see anyone – just a few cars driving past back on the road – but I did hear a rather odd noise close by which I decided must have come from a wild pig. Can’t think what else it could have been.
Didn’t hear it again and had a comfy night’s sleep.