Memories...Horse & Cart to Sighisoara

Arrival in the centre of Sighisoara with friends

​Travelling each summer to Transylvania was quite a long journey and so the last thing I wanted, when we arrived, was to get back in the car until it was time to make the journey back home. The photo above shows my preferred mode of transport. I travelled, by horse and cart with friends into the nearest town Sighisoara, an exhilarating trip of 15 km, on a late August afternoon.
 
We were running an errand for an aunt, collecting some embroidery thread. En route we’d stopped off in the village of Saes to have a drink with some friends. By the time we got back it was dusk and we were in trouble because we’d taken far too long! We spotted deer venturing out from the woods to feed in between the town and the village. I think they were telling us to hurry back home.
 
It was a wonderful way to travel, to feel the hot summer breeze on your face.  Occasionally we’d come to an abrupt halt to allow a hissing gaggle of geese to cross the road and even a traffic jam of horse and carts going about their business.
 
Whilst staying in the village, there was a constant stream of eager family and friends patiently waiting to have a ride in the car. Some younger relatives, who had moved into city life, did occasionally return in their cars, but a car from England was something rather special.  My Oma and aunts would put on their very best headscarves when it was their turn and become three important looking women, waving to passers by as the car slowly made its way down the dusty road.