Letní putování...
No,... nebyli... Nebo jo? Ta bílá postava, co běžela strašně rychle po louce kousek od nás? Šuštění ve křoví... Brrr...
Nebo strach jen velký voči a nejlepší je, zajíst ho kaší a zapít kakalíčkem...
U starýho kostela ve Skokách jsme žádný strašidlo ale přeci jen nepotkali. Naopak, byly tam dvě super kamarádky. Nechali nás prohlídnout si kostel i ostatní stavení, teta Romana nám i zahrála a zazpívala. A ten Bubáček? To byl jen holub, jmenoval se tak. Utahanej, asi poštovní, co se u nich usadil...
Ani se nám pak nechtělo od nich odejít. Ale museli jsme, čekala nás dlouhá cesta v pěkným horku...
Kolem přehrady, pak do kopců a po loukách a pastvinách...
Málem jsme se upekli, naštěstí jsme pak mohli ve Žluticích doplnit zásoby vody. A u Chyše se vykoupat...
Hele, dál nejdem, dneska přespíme tady, co Ty na to?
Well,... they weren't... Or were they? That white figure that ran really fast across the meadow not far from us? A rustling in the bush... Brrr...
Or maybe fear has just a big eye and the best thing is to chow porridge and wash it down with cocoa...
But we didn't meet any ghosts at the old church in Skoky. On the contrary, there were two super friends there. They let us tour the church and the other buildings, and aunt Romana even played and sang for us. And that Bubáček? It was just a pigeon, that's his name. Tired out, probably a homer, who had settled down with them...
We didn't even want to leave them. But we had to, we had a long journey ahead of us in the heat...
Around the dam, then up the hills and through meadows and pastures...
We almost got burned, but luckily we were able to replenish our water supplies in Žlutice. And take a bath at Chyše...
Look, I'm not going any further, we'll spend the night here tonight, what do you think?