Our days of visiting hither and thither, are punctuated. Either by more travel, or of rest. They can be expressed in a variety of ways. It just depends on what type of a journey, or day, we’ve had.
As fully matured and seasoned Cheeses, and having mastered and overcome our fair share of challenging situations, it now seems that with each additional trip, the number of incidents and catastrophes has lessened. This may be our distorted view. ‘Stuff’ still happens, almost daily. We just don’t make a song and dance about it the way we used to. Just briefly send the air blue – &#%@ – then get on with it.
Each journey is broken with a comma. A brief stop. A place to leg stretch. We’re always on the lookout for a small town, or village along the way. If it has added interest, even better.
Today we stop off at Nordhausen. Another town jammed full of pretty buildings. And of course a church. (I wish we’d have kept a detailed record of the number of churches we’ve gone into.)
Before we can draw breath, our comma gets upgraded to a ! A storm blows in. Quickly. We’ve barely arrived. We’re not fully waterproofed. Eight hundred metres can seem a very long way when you’re being pelted head on. Back at Beastie a full change is in order.
Today, another journeying day. We afford ourselves a very full stop. Courtesy of Northeim. A delightful surprise. Like Nordhausen, it’s another of the numerous towns along the ‘Half-Timbered House Road’.
Over one hundred towns form an alliance to preserve their cultural heritage.
There’s usually some weird or whacky monument too.
