Karin and Manfred had this waiting for me when I got up today. They really are the sweetest! Thank you so much for making my 40th birthday so special, I’ll never forget it!
Bomlitz, Germany Day 92
***WARNING! Nudity in this post. And no, it’s not me.
Dadadadadada, you say it’s your birthday? Dadadadadada, it’s my birthday too, yeah! Yup, I cross the threshold into my 40’s today. How did that happen? When my mom was 40, she had a god awful 15 year old (moi), a 13 year old and an 11 year old. I thought she was so old and uncool (sorry mom!) and now realise she was actually a total babe and the coolest mom out there. She used to bring a big tray of popcorn, iced tea and cookies down to the basement when I had friends over to see if there were boys or booze there and sniff around for cigarette smoke. At the time, SO embarrassing. Now when I think back to it? Such good memories.
Karin does Nordic Walking a couple of times a week, so I joined her today for a walk in the woods near their home. This is an old mill that you can rent out for weddings and parties.
The start of the walk. The trails are very well marked, so you can’t really get too lost around here.
This is an old water station, and it has a forest growing on it’s roof! Manfred was telling me that many of the bunkers in this area were built with wonky shaped roofs so that they could plant trees beside that would grow and cover the roof of the bunker. The British never found these bunkers during war time, they were so well hidden.
You use poles for Nordic walking. It keeps your posture nice and straight and lets you go faster. Plus you can heave yourself up hills a little easier with them…
This is a WWII bunker. The Nazi’s made ammunition in the bunkers of this area. There are dozens of them around here that are hidden from view. It was kind of creepy being there. I have a vivid imagination and was imagining a scene form Inglorious Basterds taking place…
This is a Celtic grave site (there were about 3 or 4 mounds) dating from the Bronze Age about 1200-1500 BC. The history around here is staggering.
These posts are the remains of the old chain link fences from the days of WWII.
Old army road.
This is on the front page of one of the local papers. You would never get this much T&A on the front page of the Vancouver Sun! This paper is apparently like Britain’s Daily Mirror, and most of the “Page 1 Girls” are British. Thoughts anyone?
Manfred made made this piece from a drawing by Picasso out of a single piece of wood, and I just love it! We had a funny discussion about what a “wiener dog” was.
Some people run with the bulls. Me? I run with the sheep. Oh yeah baby, that’s the way I roll! Manfred said he had a surprise for me, we were going to go this farm to watch the shepherd and his dogs herd the German Grey Heidschnucke into the barn. The Heidschnucke is a type of sheep, but the man at the farm said to not call them sheep but Mouflon instead. I don’t know what the difference is, they LOOK like sheep! It was comical. We all got a branch from an oak tree to feed them when they came by us. These guys knew we were there to feed them because they came straight for us. Them they were trying to eat my jeans, and my purse. They didn’t smell all that bad, and let us pet them. The noise they made though, what a racket!
Waiting for our sheep to come in.
Here they come! All 850 of them!
The black ones are the babies. They go gray as they get older.
Getting ready to go into the barn for the night. When the sheep got to the barn they just stood right outside it and didn’t go in. From what I could understand, there is a lead sheep who all the other sheep follow, so once that sheep made the move, the others followed.
This is a stone garden just down the lane from the farm. The guy who created the park did it with his own money and man power, just for the sake of making something beautiful. And beautiful it is, in it’s simplicity. I had one of the best (and most memorable) birthdays ever. 40 is going to be good, I can feel it…
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