Wednesday 5 December 2018

Bohemian Paradise


Britons have little sense of growing up in a country invaded many times, marched over by countless army boots and living under numerous hegemonies. Those of us born and schooled in Britain have lived with the notion that whilst the British Isles have been invaded by Romans, Germanic tribes, some Vikings and some Norsemen, none of these subjugated our ancestors to a tyrannical yoke or foreign regime that altered our country’s destiny forever. The Romans ran both out of ideas for governance and patience with our ghastly climate; they turned their back on Britain. This made it easier for the westward marching Germanic tribes who arrived after A.D. 410 leading to the establishment of Anglo-Saxon Britain. The Vikings tried to absorb us into their kingdom in the eleventh century but good King Edward the Confessor, an Anglo-Saxon, sent them packing. For over two thousand years my family’s Britishness has developed and remained intact. Along the way we gladly took on board some welcome civilizing influences from Rome, Germany, Denmark and (post-1975), from Brussels and Strasbourg. Yet some time in the past twenty-five years, a slim majority of English cooled on being receptive to regional European arts, law, business and philosophy. Sadly, absorbing some of the best features of culture over La Manche (separated distinctly from the dreadful ones) seems anathema to many English.
Bohemian Paradise

Bohemia (found on a modern map with difficulty, the Paradise is then just 200 square kilometres of it) has a very different history. These were our thoughts as four of us prepared a five-day tramp through the Bohemian Paradise. In every account of Bohemia, in every guide and history book the would be explorer is confronted with the numerous occasions of occupying peoples being pushed out of this part of what is now the Czech Republic. First it was the Boii tribe of Celts being moved on by Germanic tribes (whose successors took on the Romans in Britain in the fifth century) in the first century A.D. Around the turn of the 5th to 6th century Slavs moved in when the Germans moved out. By 700 Slavonic tribes were starting to federate even beating off invasion from the Franks and by so doing gaining influence and assistance from the Pope in Rome. Ah, ha, the Roman Catholic Church was never slow to get in on the act of geographical influence. In the 9th century Byzantine Christian missionaries were on the scene but the Papacy in Rome took a hold on the people in Bohemia. However, by 1300 a Czech state was being formed. Then some acquisitive Germans returned. For the hapless Bohemians their country lay at a busy mainland European crossroads for restless conquerors - a landscape feature of which Britain has no experience.

King Otakar
There were kings of Bohemia from 1212 starting with Otakar I, followed by Otakar II, Wenceslases I and II, John of Luxembourg. Following them was Charles IV who gave his name to not only a famous bridge in Prague but also a university and a square. Another Wenceslas (IV) followed Charles when economic and political matters turned sour. The Hussite reform movement was born as a consequence of these bad times, so named after Jan Hus, whose statue still stands proudly in the old Prague town square. Master Hus met a fiery end as a result of the growth in prosperity of a landowning aristocracy and civic institutions. If Bohemian history was complicated before, it became doubly so now. Fighting broke out in the towns between the ordinary citizens and the rich, land-owning gentry (a similar situation to France in November 2018), as well as between the Hussites and the Catholics. Again, this was all very un-British; fighting in the towns was not something we did, at least only rarely such as in 1381 and at Peterloo in 1819. Maybe such fighting will feature once more in the English shires by 2020 if the national politicians in London continue to fail us north of the Trent.

The Hussites had a huge influence on the way that Bohemians lived, although they did not have it all their own way with many citizens preferring the Catholic style. In 1458 something else happened that would never occur in Britain; a Czech noble (George of Podebrady) with political skills was elected King of Bohemia. Next up on the throne was a Pole by the name of Vladislav Jagellon but royalty was in constant conflict with common peoples and urban centres and the Jagellons also gave up on Bohemia. This temporary vacuum gave way to the all conquering and dominant Habsburgs. The Habsburgs came from Austria and they reasserted the Catholic faith in Bohemia. By absorbing the kingdom of Bohemia into their empire the Habsburgs ruled until the First World War. Phew. That is a rushed précis of nearly two thousand years. And all this before the Munich Betrayal, the Nazis and German occupation, the influx of Communism and Soviet occupation, the Velvet Revolution of 1989 and finally Bohemia – as part of the 1993 creation of a Czech Republic – becoming welcomed in to the EU in 2004.

As we began our tramp through a small part of the region known as the Bohemian Paradise I pondered why we had come all this way for a five day walk in a pleasant rural setting when there are many pretty walks in Britain. What is so special about this Paradise? Why is it so different and how has man and the landscape collided in a distinctively different way to that of say, the Lake District in England?
Rock town

This landscape developed from a submerged plain around 66 million years ago. When the waters receded and mountains were formed to the north, sand and silt built up, eventually leading to the creation of huge sandstone blocks. So called ‘rock towns’ were formed, characterized by sandstone rock towers as high as 55 metres and canyons with sheer sides. Our dramatic walk took us through these towns – they are not populated today – and then up to explore castles perched precariously on crags. After day one we knew that England has no countryside like this. Kentmere, Langdale and Borrowdale never boasted any castles. Sandy tracks through stands of birch, fir and spruce alternated with open fields and dense forests. I felt almost a sense of being in an Alpine setting yet without the snow-capped mountains of Switzerland, just gently rolling hills.

Trosky Castle
Our first castle we visited was at Frydstejn. Now a ruin it was built in the 14th century. It dominates the skyline on a prominent ridge. Next up was Vranov, constructed in the 15th century. We ticked off Valdstejn, Hruba Skala, Kost, Trosky and Parez – lonely fortifications atop sandstone heights, visited now only by climbers, tourists and buzzards. The social history of these castles is quite unlike those in England and Wales where most remained in a single, family ownership through centuries of plague, famine and civil war. Reading the history of Valdstejn it is typical of how Bohemian castles changed ownership frequently. The Wallenstein branch of the wealthy Markvatics family started out from Valdstejn. The castle had been built in the late 13th century. It was built on massive sandstone towers from which the word Waldenstein, meaning ‘forest stone’, is derived. In the ensuing two hundred years ownership changed many times. In around 1550 the castle burnt down. The wealthy regional landowners were defeated in an uprising in 1620 when Albrecht of Wallenstein bought the Valdstejn estate. Subsequent owners and occupiers were Vaclav Holan Rovensky, Jan Antonin Lexa of Aehrenthal. Finally in 1824 the property was made accessible to the people, it was confiscated from the Aehrenthals. The community in the town of Turnov now owns it.

We discovered the Bohemia landscape to be still populated thinly with small farms and villages.  Not much has changed since the end of the First World War. Apple orchards abound providing smallholders with an income and passing trampers with a free lunch. (In my mind, along the way during our Bohemian tramp, I envisioned Josef Schweik, a soldier of the First World War from Prague, bumbling his way through the landscape, picking apples and doing all he could to avoid being called to actually fight. The Good Soldier Schweik is a brilliantly comic piece of fiction by Jaroslav Hasek first published in 1930. Its real humour is the satire on army life, the military career of a fat dog fancier, Schweik, from the city and the buffoons running the military machine in 1914. Schweik was a malingerer and contrived to get himself lost in the Bohemian landscape, travelling in the opposite direction to which he should have been.) The cost of living today is low, compared to England, but economic growth is assured. The locally brewed beers are some of the best I have tasted anywhere in the world. The country’s population of ten million is concentrated in cities such as Prague, Brno and Pilsen where, amongst other activities, they profitably manufacture Skoda cars and computer security systems. The Bohemian Paradise is popular with climbers, trampers and film makers – drawn to the dramatic rock formations and rolling landscape largely untouched by the spoils of industrialization such as pylons, wind turbines and factories.

Brexit leaver
Tramping through the Bohemian Paradise I further became envious of the tranquility we found both in the villages and with the people. After its turbulent history and hosting reluctantly dozens of warring peoples, who swept across its landscape with little respect for local traditions, it is now a landlocked community peacefully knowing its place in the world next to neighbours which do not, at last, threaten it – Germany, Poland, Austria and Slovakia. The Bohemians of today are largely irreligious, law abiding, educated and welcoming to foreigners. In their historic yet peaceful landscape their modest prosperity and political stability is desirable. In contrast we unconquered people now live in a politically fractured state, riven with suspicion of anyone we don’t agree with, deriding all politicians and not at all sure where we fit in our landscape. I guess that most Britons could not identify Bohemia on a map (I struggled to do so before our visit) yet they would do well to learn to where their plumbers, builders and care workers are returning, back to their Paradise. Bohemians have it all as we set about earnestly despoiling our country for a generation.

Brexit remainer