climbing the Ochsenklavier again, chasing a crowd of young tourists who had rushed on ahead only to be caught up on again as they were halfway up. It is a long brick-paved path, each step being bricks laid flat, followed by a line of bricks on their sides with the long narrow edge up. This makes for a flat pavement with ridges every thirty centimetres. It is tiring to climb if one does not place ones feet carefully.
At the top, cross the open space before the castle and touch the corner of the wall at the moat. And then walk on as always, visiting the viewpoint, feeding the birds and walking around the small park, past the hospital, down into the valley and up to the next viewpoint. And then down to the river, and back home.
That is nine point nine kilometres.
In the evening a walk in the park, and the direct route to the viewpoint through the park. Walking along the path suddenly a very beautiful young woman, glance up in passing, she smiles and say hello.
That has made the day.
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