These days it take some fantasy to invent a diversified weekend program. What can you do if you are in for some „exotic animals“ but cannot travel? Well, it is as easy as this: just walk to the Dowesee: there is a small open-air zoo. Mallard ducks, Egyptian goose, nutrias and herons are scrimmaging over there in a pleasurable way.
Saturday morning, I take a look out of the window and I have no trust in my eyes: Snow! Snow in Braunschweig. Fantastic! We do not have to go to the Harz mountains any more the white substance is right here under our feet. It is lockdown again. An the one hand we do not want to join the Harz-bobsleigh-pack.
When Ute suggested a round lap at Destedt to me I was skeptical at first. Destedt does not sound very tempting to me. She tells me that she came across the “Proto-Opti” trail on her DAV-App, a loop road at the Western border of the Elm. Right away the path’s name sound queer to me and I cannot tell what’s
„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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Sometimes it can be worth to leave the beaten tracks. I did it recently and discovered a place I might not have come across otherwise. This is the story of going straight instead of turning left. The outcome is the encounter with two cloisters, one of them is an oasis of tranquility. It started with an information sign and ended
There is a tower on a country road between Groß Gleidingen and Broitzem. The fact itself might not be something special. But for me it is. The building fascinated me from the first encounter because it reminds me the “bagdirs” I have seen on the Arabian Peninsula. Most probably the tower here is just a silo but for me it
On my jogging-round I have seen him many times. No, it’s not George Clooney, it is the Pink Panther, painted on a wall. It is a graffiti on the Brunswick fromer track bed. I used to watch Pink Panther cartoons as a kid and I loved it, the Panther and its comrades. Well, I take a picture of the graffiti
“Two blondes are looking for the rail trail? Sure!” I hear you gaggling. For some of you it might even be a thigh-slapper. But be careful, matey, if you can do better! Okay, I admit that today we did the rail trail challenge for the second time. And well, again we missed the right way at some point. It is