do not turn back

On the exposed track between the adventure playground for the children  and the woods by the farmhouse see two people approach with a dog. It is the landlady from the previous rental accommodation, the house on the hill. She is with a young man, and a brown dog. The dog is not her style, at least not equivalent to the style she had fifteen years ago. The young man is too young to be her boyfriend, and as he has a certain similarity, he may be her son.

A friendly greeting on the long sandy path through the wide ploughed fields under the large Bavarian sky. Explain the reason for being there, it is just the walking hobby. The mother, and her son, and the loaned dog are on a short walk, a quick stroll to exercise the dog. Chat for a while, out in the bleak windy weather. Talk about the son's successful studies, and do not talk about old times.

They go on towards their home, and continue the walk.

And do not turn back.

Today is a day where the walk was for fourteen kilometres, and it all took a bit longer, for there was a wedding in the café, and the waitress had many customers to deal with.