Here the chapels stand white and the cows wild. Nové Vilémovice, Rychlebské hory.

I nervously peered up into the hillside. It was slowly getting dark and the electric fence commanded respect. So not even the fence itself, rather its purpose. A dark and (in my opinion) rather menacing hum came from somewhere in the bows above me. It's not my first time here, and I've already gotten to know the herds of cows and bulls on the Hřibov pastures. Closer than I liked. I shuddered a little at the…