it is late today, it is hard to leave the room with the bed. The son is up, he is clattering around in the background, his latest madness is that he screams when he sees his father. Avoid him, there is no wish to cause discomfort. The scream is is based on discomfort and not fear. Hopefully this is so.
It makes it difficult though. After he has gone, hang about and make coffee after coffee using the tiny coffee maker. It is only good for one cup, one strong cup.
Up at the viewpoint hear a strange noise. A clicking noise that is loud rhythmic and seems almost agressive.
And it is approaching. Turn the back on the town and see two nordic walkers approach. The man has a hard expression on his face and he is making the noise with his sticks, driving them into the gravel steadily with every nordic step.
Walk back up the path in the hope that the couple will stay and admire the view for a while. Walk up the path quickly.
The clicking never stops. The couple just turned about, it is now following. The two of them are not going fast enough to catch up, and the noise is really disturbing. This is the noisiest nordic walker!
Turn left, away from the usual main path. They follow, such it is with bad luck. Take a right, and with relief hear the clicking proceed along the other path.
Later on, at the Rhea enclosure, meet them again, he agressive and noisy, she just smiles.
And later still, in the mulberry garden, meet her alone, nordic walking silently, and the same smile. Around the next bend meet the man, furiously clicking, trying to catch up.
And that is the last time to see them today.
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