There are still blacksmiths of course. I don’t think they have automated horseshoe manufacture yet, though there aren’t many horses around these days. Somebody still has to do that work. Though gone is the time when the village blacksmith was the most important person in the area.
It was a treat to watch this relic from the past put on a small demonstration of his skills. My wife asked him if it was a full-time job, but he told her it was just a hobby. I didn’t ask what his usual job is – I didn’t want to spoil the illusion if it turned out he’s a computer programmer or a hair dresser.
These are only a small portion of the pictures I took – for me the blacksmith was the highlight of Weckensonntag.