Italian coffee

 After leaving the Carrossahöhe viewpoint an older man stops and a conversation ensues. It is strange, all the things that he talks about, making conversation. Mention the school of the same name, and he comes up with some untrue stories. Point out that this is surprising news, as the son goes to the named school, and he has not spoken of these things. The man retracts his account, apparently he has confused the names of the schools.

He takes another path , the one into the housing area nearby. Wish him a good day and continue the roundabout way through by the fields. Decide to try what looks as if it might be a pleasant walk along a hedgerow, but this turns into a nightmare of fallen trees and broken bHranches blocking the route. Find a path eventually, this leads into the housing estate.

Hear a "hello" call, and turn. The man is there again. Resume conversation with him, and notice that there are far too many details about himself coming across in this conversation. This is uncomfortable, it is indiscreet. He starts to talk about his experiences on Irish holidays, and his fishing experiences. He explains in some detail were he lives. He divulges things which would be madness to divulge on Facebook. He talks and talks.

Until a path under  the road becomes visible, which promises to be an escape route. Point this out to him and go that way quickly.

It is a simple wish to be alone on boxing day, a walk through the cold bare forests and then down to the river to walk back into town for a cup of coffee at the favourite Italian.