MY JOURNEY

by bike along the Weser to the North, almost to Fürstenberg (china factory and museum) and back. Almost a bit too long, but beautiful scenery.
On the way back I saw a field with many swans, and a lot more came swarming through the sky. Seeing these reminded me of the fairy-tale of Andersen about the Eleven Brothers, who were changed into swans, and their sister had to made shirts for them and had to shrow these over their bodies. Not an easy task I should think. But all went well and what is the moral of this?
That I took the swan-blip of today in the port (no ships however can enter here) where I found my three swans swimming and they got their daily bread from me. I brought the horses, for whom wants to know, carrots and celery-sticks, what one of them rejected.
The afternoon gave us suddenly a blue sky and a warm sunshine too.