hope

 Leave the beer garden behind, it is now ten in the morning. There was no cake to be had yet, but the cup of coffee and the glass of water was welcome. The path leads along by a field of maize, the maize almost ready to be harvested now. Ahead is wind driven generator, it's huge blades going "whoosh-whoosh" as they draw their power from the wind. It is a huge device. Walk through the woods down to the road, cross the road and go on up the other side. It is a steep climb, and the road is poor. A mountain biker works his way up the hill, working hard to bring his vehicle to the top of the hills along the rough road.

Ask a couple for directions, and they are very helpful. There are so many alternative routes.

At last, a junction in the paths. And there is a big plan of the area there too. It used to be a military practice area, and has been converted into a nature reserve. The wide paved roads, built for tanks, cut through the open landscape, all strangely without fences. There are groups of fruit trees that indicate where a house used to be. But it is nothing now but a huge open landscape.

It was a walk of nearly twenty kilometres today, and the return stretch is more than ten. But the exercise is good for the old body, and, who knows maybe pills will be not so necessary after a while.