One of the most memorable volksmarch trips was down in Weywertz, Belgium. The village is perched on a hilltop not far from the German border, and the folks here spoke German, mostly. Belgium is like that, not having any official language and using four on signs in some places — Flemish (almost Dutch), Walloon (mostly French), German and English. But the most memorable thing was that the Warche Creek was the only water course in Belgium clean enough for swimming, so far as I was able to find out. In fact, this stream fed into Lake Robertville, a reservoir just downstream where swimming was allowed.
By far the most beautiful terrain in such a small country was Luxembourg. I was hoping to see a lot more of it, but military duty kept me away from it. It was only an hour’s drive or so from where I lived, and I never got enough of the beauty. This is a view of the Sûre Reservoir near Insenborn.
Just a little downstream was Esch. This is the view back up the hill from the only public parking lot in the village. This thing sits on a high ridge that juts out into the Sûre River, forcing the water to curve sharply around it. What’s left is a teardrop shaped area where the neck is only about 400 feet (120m) across.
I recall this farmhouse being in the village of Mont, Belgium. There’s two places with that name, and this one is in the hills above the Meuse River, near Godinne. However, I cannot locate it for certain. There were so many just like this on the hilly roads running up from the river.
Another ancient house still being used, this one was once a millhouse. Nobody grinds grain with a watermill these days, but some have been preserved. I was unable to line up a good shot on the one attached to this building.