A Rather Cold Start To This Sunday.

A walk on the white side.

Gosh, but it was freezing this morning. One only feels the true temperature about five minutes after leaving a nice and cozy house. At times it seems laughably warm until reality sets in or rather the tips of fingers and nose stop working. Yes, icy cold.

Yet, it is exactly this which makes a walk so special. The bare branches of trees have all turned silver with an added layer of ice. Beautiful indeed because it creates a cascading sparkle effect all down the lane, up along the forest and of course alongside most of the vineyards. The odd bird is happily awake enough to chirp the joys of a hopefully not so far off spring. A marvel of nature that their tiny little feet don't get stuck on the iced over branches.

As you might have guessed, there weren't many folks about testing their mettle against this Sunday's elements. The odd few drove to the shop for bread, newspapers and the odd fag. A typical Sunday and why not as taking it easy is what it's all about.

On the last part of my walk which happened to be a long road down through the forest, I noticed what must have been two walkers ahead in the distance appearing to hold hands. Intriguing indeed. Who might that have been? I increased my speed out of pure curiosity and soon found out. One of the villagers was taking her donkey for a walk with a long leash. Only in Eisenberg and I must say, I like that fact that most of us love our animals so much that they take center stage in our lives...

Biggi