Today we ate a breakfast of frankfurters and salad and waited for laszlo realising we were supposed to meet him in the village. We hurried ourselves to the bar only to find that he was running late himself which was a relief. We drove a short distance to hills overlooking St. Pauls lakes. Today was about a raptor survey. We noticed quite alot of lesser spotted eagles over different territories including a nest that the mother was sitting on. Michael climbed a tree and we saw a common frog sitting amongst the leaves. It's interesting to note that they are not always around water and when not breeding they do like non watery areas if shaded and damp. He posed a long time for us.

After a lot of off road actionalong the ridges of the hills overlooking the village and lakes we found a slighty shady spot to eat our picnic. It contained goods from the market including cheese that was a little like feta and juicy cucumbers, radishes, spring onions and apples. Simon made a mega sandwich with absolutely everything in.

We carried on over bumby windy roads to a church and walked through a graveyard and up a hill to a forest. Here several herons were nesting in the tree tops. Ravens squarked as Buzzards circled to catch their chicks. We found that lying on the floor gave us the best view of this.

Now it was time to go home and we piled into Paul's car to travel back to the village. We saw many Saxon buildings in this area, Romania has a lot of visable history. Germans also left a strong mark on the country in the war. This is evident in certain styles of gates and cobbled streets in certain areas. The traditional wooden carved gates we seemed to see everywhere were Hungarian.

On our return Paul kindly took our postcards to post. They will arrive after us, it's the thought that counts! Simon and Michael stayed and chatted with us for a while at our place and then we had pork in sauce and pasta after a tomato soup for starters.

My arm has swollen from a mosquito bite - I think the Transylvanian midges bust be extra blood thirsty!

The cows come home every evening. Most households in the village have a cow for milking. Every morning they are taken up to fields for grazing. Later on in the evening they all walk home in a line, bells ringing. They know where they live without any prompting from humans and walk up through their gate (see picture.)