One evening at dusk:





This tower housed a clock which had no face, but instead rang a bell every 15 minutes. It would chime a large bell to tell you the hour, followed by a smaller bell which would chime once, twice, or three times for quarter past, half past and quarter to. You could hear it at night if you left your window open, which we always did. It sounds like it would annoy you during the night, but I found it very restful:



My feet drying after having been dipped in the lake at the end of a long day with lots of walking:



This is Mohan, a straightedge hardcore punk Hare Krishna from Finland:



Trees and paths just next to the lake: