I admit it: I can’t hardly cope with the grey and dark season. Almost every day it is dark, rainy and simply unfomfortable outside. Beside that due to the Corona-restrictions such as 2G, 3G or 5G – no, that’s UMTS – there is no festive cheer yet. That’s why I have to nestle. And last saturday the weather is being
I passed by a thousand times, a thousand times nothing happened. Thousand and one day and it makes Zoom.” Somehow or other I could explain today’s discovery. I have no clue for how many times I really rode through Veltheim (Ohe). But until today I missed the charming treasure of the town: the moated castle of Veltheim. How could that
Corona aka Covid-19 still determins our day-to-day life. Even though I decided some time ago to bow out of the daily coverage on number of cases and incidence rates, but even on my mountainbike I am confronted once more with the virus, like lastly at Veltheim/Ohe. At the passenger bench signs indicate “break”. I am surprised however when I learn
I did not expect that a little bird can brighten a whole day. In this case I am talking about an siskin. Again and again it and its companions crossed our way this saturday. That’s more than coincidence I guess. Today, the way of the bird leads us to the Moorhüttenteich at Volkmarode. Formerly there used to be an eminent
Twelve degrees and sun shine in December and regardless thirsty for mulled wine? Well, these three wishes cannot be combined with each other. Whereas wish no. 1 and 2 are fulfilled on this saturday, wish no. 3 is neglected. We missed the “Drive-in christmas market” at Rautheim. Since Wednesday we have our second lockdown of the year. Merry Christmas? We
„Farewell my summer love“ was a song by Michael Jackson. Some kind of melancholy resonated with it, now it is here. Summer has definitely gone by, the first half of autumn is over and I am taking some time off from everyday life. An everyday life that gets more stressful, Corona makes it even more difficult. But I does not
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Nothing is wrong with a bit of fun, especially if it happens with God’s blessing. This weekend I am not on a hiking trip it is mountain biking. I start on friday with a tour from Brunsweick via Wolfenbüttel, Apelnstedt und Sickte, returning from there through the forest to Brunswick. On saturday an evening tour leads me to the old