It also had a yellow slide, and it was situated beside a sandbox and a pair of swings.
Yeah. I ate lunch in a tower on a children's playground. There were no children about - possibly because I was hogging their turf, but more likely because it was pouring rain in six different directions at once. I had just hiked up the long ravine known as Siebenbrunnengraben, just west of Gumpoldskirchen. Emerging from the forest at the top of the hill, I saw to my right a small playground with a couple of dripping picnic tables, and to my left a Gasthaus filled, presumably, with cozy chairs, central heating, and bowls brimming with steaming goulash. The tower seemed the most logical place for me to pause, though I am now struggling to remember why.
I ate with record speed, but by the time I was ready to move on, my fingers were numb with cold and there was a steady trickle creeping down my back. I pulled up the hood of my not-particularly-waterproof rain jacket and decided that there was no real reason for me to spend my holiday all cold and miserable, so perhaps I would head home early and curl up under a pile of blankets with the cat instead.
Ha. A couple hours and a wrong turn or three later, I trotted my damp self back into Gumpoldskirchen. The downpour had stopped by then, and there were only a few sprinkles left in the air.