Wait for the son to leave for school. It is a strange thing, but he has developed some kind of a phobia against the sound of the coffee machine. His father, however, does not want to leave the house without a cup of coffee from this machine.
Therefore it is necessary to wait until he is gone.
Press the button, and the coffee starts to flow.
Wearing the walking shoes and the outdoor trousers ready for the days walk, sit down and take another cup of the coffee. Then start the days walk, passing through the town centre by the big church and onward to the oxen's keyboard, a steep path paved in bricks with a ridge every thirty centimetres on its surface to prevent the tourists who use it from slipping.
Oxen have not been driven up this path recently at all. Such animals are no longer required in the castle.
Walk around the castle and wait a few minutes. The old man with the two walking sticks arrives, it is like an arranged meeting. He speaks of his bad time in hospital some years ago, how difficult it was for him to start moving again at all. Stand and admire the town, and then commence the slow walk up the path to the parking place. His pace is slower today, the damp appears to make his hips cause him pain. He is pleasant company, and it is easy to listen to his accounts from his work as a facility manager in a bank. He had been able to point out the building in which his bank had been from the viewpoint. The building is now a fashion shop.
Leave him in the parking lot with his car, and carry on around the park, see the birds, and with no pause go into the smaller garden where they used to grow mulberry trees to feed silkworm.
Today is somehow more strenuous than yesterday, but after three hours walking the circuit is completed. There is a new waiter in the café, who spills the coffee into the saucer as he is serving.
Never mind, he will learn.
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