Fun place well known (and popular) in my part of Belgium, has Mont-de-l'Enclus however, few places preserved.
As part of the chain of hills Mouscron-Anzegem (failing to have mountains, we have hills.), it rises to 149 meters in
the middle of the plain of the Scheldt.
Although on the border West Flanders-Hainaut, you are welcomed in your language. The locals are far from communities’
quarrels. Road signs may offer comical situations.
Note the subtleties of the place : the hill is called Kluisberg/ Mount de Enclus but the respective villages where it is
called Kluisbergen and Mont-de-l'Enclus.
If the part of cafes and restaurants the world is (too?) present in the heart of the wood, however, calmness is king. The best
time to go is of course the autumn.
For those who would still mingle with their fellows, an outdoor pool (Kluisbos) is located near the village of Ruien. And at the top, there is an "observation" tower. At the time of his commissioning for tourism, it emerged from the crest of the trees. This isn't really case today. The white tower is a remnant of an old chapel whose origins have been forgotten.
At the foot of the Kluisberg, arriving by Escanaffles.
One of the many villas built in the 19th century on a hillside.
The area is really overgrown with this kind of totems of modern times.
View of Ruien village on the north side of the mount.
This route is regularly used by the classic cycling race of the Tour of Flanders. Average declivity of 11%. Advice to enthusiasts.
When I spoke of invasion... Evil that still allows you to have electricity at home, and therefore to visit this beautiful website on which you are.
Further, the view emerges.
In the northern ascent (Flanders side) of the Kluisberg.
Meanwhile, a group of bikers pass quietly.
The Electrabel power plant in Ruien. Built in 1958, it is the largest thermal power plant in Belgium (coal and gas). It supplies the Belgian (mainly) and French markets.
Old house abandoned. Given the location, the land must be worth gold.
It's always sad to see a place of life slowly die, forgotten by all...
We enter gently into the heart of the wood. Silence replaces the noises of circulation, the impression of loneliness wins us.
Games of shadows and light.
The sky is almost no longer visible, a plant coat protects this place from the outside world.
Green, I hope.
One of the few trails crossing the forest. Fences have been made necessary to protect the fauna and flora.
Remnants of... But what ? Assholes who have left that there deserve slaps.
A tree on the ground. The young shoots are ready to take over.
Small clearing.
One of the rare dolmens of Belgium. I present you Meetje in Peetje.
View from the other side.
Variation of colors on the rock.
Is it a real Gallic dolmen ? Ik weet het niet.
The giants frozen forever. They were there before us, and will be there long after us.
The hillsides can be quite steep. Caution remains.
Barrier impassable.
Staircase and skylights.
In the sun, the leaves are very green. Those in the shade are not so lucky.
In the branches, the birds. We hear them but we do not see them.
Back to civilization.
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