The Giant Kruko Ruin

“We’re going on a mystery tour,” She said as I was putting my big shoes on. Outside it was raining wet snow. Anyhow, it had been raining since we woke up. But now, rain, snow or whatever, we had to come into motion...We would go to the Diemel Heights. “Whats so mysterious about that?” I asked. I would just have to wait and see. As we were about to cross the Diemel footbridge, I remarked the fog and clouds hanging between the Reinhardswald trees. It was difficult to focus on the misty edges from under my umbrella, so I dropped the idea that perhaps we could meet some Fairytale creatures, a forest nymph or a river spirit.


In the streets of the Diemel Heights we lost our way. That other footpath leading uphill to the Krukenburg Ruin - or perhaps to those hillside garden sheds we had seen from the valley - impossible to detect its access. So finally we did find our way out of the labyrinth by climbing up the track we knew already. Muddling up in the rain. Too soaked and tired to continue the whole walkaround to the Ruin, the Southwest Vista, the Sheep Barn and the Old Quarry.

We took the “shortcut” back to the footbridge, leaving the mysteries in the wet grass and puddles. One last view over our shoulder back upwards to the Ruins. Giants as it were. There are a lot of folktales about this giant Kruko with his giant daughters Brama, Saba and Trendula. But that will be quite an other story to tell. Let us keep that for a following evening tale. That keeps the tension alive and the curiosity over our undiscovered mystery, almost washed away in a drizzly rain.