It's not like I don't help with the housework; occasionally, I will even make a meal. But of course it is always the one of us who is the host who feels most responsible for everything. Also, O.K.'s cottage is the obvious choice; what with it having a balcony (unlike my flat) and the countryside around the village, with vineyards, orchards and the Black Forest so close, lends itself for more and nicer walks and hikes than my place in town.
Last but not least, O.K.'s father turns 80 on Wednesday, and although there won't be a proper celebration, we still hope to have coffee and cake on his parents' patio in the back garden (far apart, of course). What we'll do if it rains (as is forecast), I don't know yet; we'll see.
Because of the upcoming 1 1/2 weeks being together almost 24/7, we decided that this weekend we'll both do our own stuff. Therefore, it was with my sister that I went for a long walk yesterday.
Again, I woke up to radiant sunshine and blue sky, but the wind was still chilly enough to want more than just shorts and a t-shirt.
My sister arrived at my place at 10:30, and we set off. It was well after 4:00 pm when I came home, and we had walked just a bit over 18 km by then.
|Meadows full of buttercups under a blue sky - what's not to love!
|Kay, this one is for you. Can you see why?
|Very few orchards are still in bloom.
|Does the shape of this gnarled old tree remind anyone else of the Whomping Willow in Harry Potter?
|Neckar between Hoheneck and public swimming pool, where my sister and I learned to swim more than 4 decades ago.
And then we were in for a lovely surprise: Near the public swimming pool (closed, of course), a kiosk was selling snacks and drinks - on the condition that customers kept their distance from each other AND would not consume the bought items within a 50 m radius of the kiosk (otherwise it would have counted as a beer garden, and not allowed to operate).
It had turned rather warm by then, and we could both do with something refreshing. My sister bought two bottles of shandy. They were well chilled, and we took them far away enough from the kiosk, to the rows of empty bike stands at the entrance of the swimming pool and had a short rest there.
Getting back towards Ludwigsburg from the river means a long, steady uphill stretch, mostly in the sun. It was warm enough then, plus the uphill walking, that every bit of shade was welcome! Good job we still had some water left in our bottles.
|View towards Poppenweiler across the Neckar, taken from the first bit of uphill back towards Ludwigsburg.
It was a good day, and of course I was still in touch with O.K. via text messages every now and then, and talking on the phone in the evening.