mud

 The mud on the paths is stickier and more slimy than yesterday. This diminishes the pleasure of walking considerably. The paths have been kneaded by the mountain bike tyres of all those off-road cyclists enjoying nature in their way. As the paths progress further and further away from town, their condition becomes more and more desolate.

It is a grey and sorrowful day, but the necessity for the daily walk has overridden the discomfort, especially as tomorrow's activities will make a walk difficult. Tomorrow the exhibition is to be hung, nearly six months after the date originally proposed. So what, the content of the exhibition is all dated stuff, things to feed nostalgia.

Proceed down the Schwedenfeldweg, and down to the crossroads at Schönbrunn. Wait to cross the road there, and then follow the signposts to the town's vaccination centre, show the passport and all the other documentation required, and then a short wait, a short conversation with a doctor, and then the injection.

After the injection a ten minute wait is obligatory to make sure that there are no immediate adverse reactions. 

And then continue the walk for the last three kilometres along the left hand bank of the Isar, up to the city powere plant and a cup of Italian coffee. It really is not a nice day, the shoes are covered in mud from the filthy paths.

A while ago the paths were icy, now they are churned-up mud.