Lonely Fisher at Harbour Lock

I had done the clockreset yesterday before going to sleep. So I got up at ‘normal time’. It was grey and raining outside. No reason to get in again. After making tea I made ‘my new’ bird greeting round. Discovering all the little ritual spots around our wonderful garden. Quickly the news is spreading through the branches and bushes. And there they all come and chitter their morning songs. I am not going to miss this chance anymore.


The day stayed grea and rainy. Where do you go for walk? What is your aim for Blip today? Always when W. confronts me with these questions, I answer: “Not the faintest idea and you?” Now I have to deal with these questions on my own. No escape from freedom...Lets cross the Weser and lit a candle at St. Michael’s Church, I said to myself.


Once you walk under your umbrella there are the unexpected views on the road you think you know already. maybe those yellow springflowers. They catch your eye to tell the good news. But the day is grey. No light spots in the sky.Perhaps the churchwindow from the inside will do, you hope.  St. Michael’s was empty, but in the niche a few candles were still burning. I lighted a fresh one and prayed.

Back in town on my way to the harbour, I saw this heron on top of the old harbourlock. Looking for a decent meal. It rained and rained. On top of the lock doors the Russian fishers had taken strategic positions. But the heron was persistent, though all the time I waited for the catch moment Mister Heron did not See It passing. Neither did the Russians: they sat down. And I returned for a Turkish Apple tea. Quite satisfied, I must say.