no bark because of beavers bite

Wednesday, third of June.
Walk along the bricked corridor, there is an unpleasant smell in the nose, that face mask needs to be changed. The long corridors at work, with brick walls and brick like tiles on the floor are cool, dim, and unfriendly. At the end of the long corridor there is a glass door, a stairs, and an exit into the remains of the building site for the parking house, the building still unfinished after a full year of construction.

The sun is hot and bright. Walk over the dusty ground, skirting the area where a
big yellow machine is breaking slabs of concrete. It is a nasty crunching noise, very
loud.

Enter the forest, between the trees on the left hand side there is a sewage plant, smelling typically. Walk through the woods, there is the river. It is low, there is not much water in it.

But the sound of the running water drowns all other sound. It is pleasant, and relaxing

Walk along the path by the river. A man and a child approach, both on bicycles.

They are taking the long road to Freising, the pebbles grinding under the wheels.

The trees close to the river bank have had the bark pared off them by beavers. All the trees close to the water's edge are dead, eaten by the rodents, the trunk gnawed, the bark gone. Beavers are destructive, but they are protected.

Further up the river there is an outlet, waste water from the reactor is let into the river here.

There is a man there taking pictures, using his telephone.

Further on, take a right, and back into the forest. It is more a small jungle than a forest, completely wild..

After three kilometres, the morning walk is over, a short break from the current

inactivity of work.