Sometimes I just like to take a gentle walk around the village church grounds. It seems to clear my head and freshen my outlook.
I have lived in a village before when I was a child but all my adult life I have been a city girl!
Returning to live the village life and taking a step back in time is very rewarding. The villagers mostly live off the land, sometimes a very frugal, simple life. They work very hard but are always jolly and friendly. The village community have welcomed us enthusiastically and it would seem, we fit in nicely. We are the only permanent English family living here.
I love to hear the church bell, but did not realise the significance of the daily bell toll. It rings at 5.00 am, I assume to call worshippers to this Roman Catholic church.
I was curious, so did a Google search and found these explanations for the daily bell toll at 12 noon and 7 pm.
Why do the bells ring at noon?
“Fearing that Christianity might succumb to the Ottoman Empire, Pope Callixtus III ordered all the bells of every European church to ring at noon, as support for the Christian forces in the battle. It worked, Ottoman forces withdrew and the news of victory reached Europe. The bells at noon became bells of victory.”
Why do the bells ring at 7pm?
“In association with the Central Council of Church Bell Ringers, bells in cathedrals, churches and other locations will ring out at 7pm in a collective celebration of peace.“
During the summer months I hear the 5.00 am bell (the windows are open) and the whole village becomes alive with activity. Hungarians tend to live around the daylight hours, setting off early to the fields in their tractors as soon as it gets light.
Kisszékelyi Római katolikus templom: Meaning, The Roman Catholic church of Kisszékely.
My walk took me up the hill to get a good autumnal photo of the church. The changing colours of the trees at this time of year are sensational.
I was pleasantly surprised when I reached the top of the hill to see a brand new lavender field right behind the church. How lovely for the worshippers to get wafts of lavender when arriving or leaving the church.
Walking past the lavender field and around the corner a welcome seat beckoned to me. I wondered how many stories had been told on this seat? I sat a while and enjoyed my surroundings.
The church steps are steep and well worn. A marathon for anyone! I admire the people visiting on a regular basis. The walk down was lovely. Slightly concerning was the fallen tree!!
Many engraved stones made up the steps, cracked and weathered but still a beautiful reminder of those no longer with us.
Bursting with colour the berries and the leaves looked beautiful in the afternoon sunshine.
By now I had left the church and made my way up the side of the valley. Even the vines on top of the hills were a multi-coloured delight.
Walking higher this was what I could see. A typical Hungarian village scene, houses nestled in the valley with wisps of white smoke escaping from the chimneys below.
From my vantage point I could see the church popping out of the landscape. A beautiful sight.
Time to head back home passing this little gem of a tractor in someone’s garden. No doubt it will be working the fields sometime soon!
A very pleasant circular walk around this surprisingly pretty village of Kisszékely, Hungary.
Do you like walking, exploring your surroundings and discovering new things to photograph and enjoy? It gives me lots of pleasure, and an opportunity to photograph things that I would never have seen living in the city. I am thankful to be settled in the countryside.
I would love to hear your thoughts.
4 replies on “Ambling around Kisszékely Church grounds – Hungary”
The views from the vantage point are beautiful Sue with the autumn colours! I try to go on daily walks around my neighbourhood keeping an eye out for beautiful flowers from the yards of others. I love the colours of nature and getting some vitamin D.
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Thanks :-). I like to get out for the sunshine Vitamin D too, the cold makes me want to hibernate Ha!
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Stay warm Sue!
Such beautifully evocative photographs. Having spent most of my life in London, I, too, like the slow lane.
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