Ready for Take Off

You would have thought that leaving the seaside for the rest of the coming month would mean some kind of abnegation. But it did not feel that way. We were both happy to struggle our way against the wind, barefoot. It was high tide. The surf overflew the higher and dryer parts of the beach. There were a few other walkers and, indeed one young man in his bermudas laying in the drift-sand. And that was it. No plunging fun, no diving boost.


See you later, You Salty Mystery Waves. This Sanderling will wait for a better season to return at your tempting sides. It is time to go for a different look over a quiet, broad streaming river. To hear the forest birds in the distance. No Gulls tripping in the blue foam, ready for take off against the wind. We will await the wild ducks in the reed, rustling in the remnants of a Western Seawind, dried up and softened over the Rhinelands and the Waldecker Forestlands.

Meeting the infinite horizon of the sea makes you forget to return home to the Solling Forest East of Westphalia. Wake up! Lets go there and enjoy our long trainjourney to come. En Route!