Hay Bales on the Field

We wanted to see some hay bales in the field. So this morning we started climbing up the Solling forest hill. A strong fresh wind was blowing from the West. Now and then a sun peeped through. If it weren’t still so green everywhere, you would have felt the beginning of autumn. We crossed the forest to the Forellenhof -“the Troutfarm”- .A splendid view over the fields. But no more hay bales...And trying to picture the landscape of the Lack, I saw that I had forgotten to put back again the loaded battery into my Lumix...A Double Lack. Then Mischa handed me her Heavy Nikon to try out on Landscapes. I’m not used to this kind of heavy weapon..

Then Willemien proposed to take an unknown footpath. We all welcomed the idea of breaking the routine. And there we went through another forest again, down into “Deep Valley” with its overgrown tracks. I had brought my map. But Willemien said she knew what track to follow...As we came out on a point where we said: Lets walk further down, cross over to the Paradise Brook Valley - we discovered on the 7th of May - Mischa objected: no more changing of plans. Return home for lunch. And from there we mounted back over the bending hill fields, passed the Painterly Cow-Valley and followed Willemien on one last sideway: Look…!

There they were: the grey-yellow hay bales. The whole wide landscape was full of them in the midst of an infinite broad, horizon touching landscape. The Weser river valley in its surroundings. Or the vast wide region beyond the river valley. A different type of experience of being lifted up by eternal space in comparison to the seaside, but all the more ravishing. We could not have seen these fields as we came out of the forest near the Forellenhof. We made all the detours by Lack, Whim, Fear of Empty Stomach and by sheer Luck, All Ended Well.