Setting the pace.
I treasure my Sunday perambulations around the pristine early morning landscapes of Eisenberg. A time when most are dozing Saturday's excesses away, a time when birds are dangling happily upon a telephone wire and a time when deer feel free to roam streets and fields.
Just past Wingl, heading out to the open road and vista ahead of me, I heard the annoying click & scrape of a Nordic walker. Not a stranger but one who normally doesn't cross my path. Now he was a mere ten meters ahead of me and the only chance to change tack was a few hundred meters further.
Should I walk slower, faster or take the chance that we'd walk side by side albeit on opposite sides...didn't feel like chatting my walk away. Suddenly he spotted a hunter on the side of a field. Yes, it sounds odd and was even odder when I saw him talking to a fully clad hunter with coat and riffle on the edge of a local maize field. But I was glad that I might not have to put one of my various speed options to the test. He must have been gladder still, or so I thought.
I couldn't believe it ! He turned back to walk on the road mere steps from me and we were side by side for long enough for me to give a fleeting greeting whilst firing the turbo in my legs. Before you think me awfully rude, he only gave a short nod and a mumbled greeting that by no stretch of the imagination was an invitation for a conversation.
For the next two hundred meters I put foot but was unable to shake the click-scrape-click-scrape. My gosh, he was fit considering that he is a of a generation born before me. As I was ahead of him, I took the chance and carried on straight hoping that he'd turn up Hofzimmer , which thankfully he did. Fabulous, I was alone again until I came to the next curve in the road...
A couple of young deer were grazing along the side the road before casually crossing it mere meters ahead of me. How divine, how rewarding and how serene. I paused for a few minutes contemplating nature and its wonderful creatures. Just as well the Nordic sticks were pounding the pavement elsewhere.