changed its name, but tastes the same.

 Just left the house after breakfast and took the car down to see the collector in Vilshofen, There was no point in hanging around at home longer, the enmity of the situation was depressing.

The streets were still deserted, it was all just before the Sunday exodus, people still asleep or breakfasting, a few in church.

The first part of the journey was quiet, the motorway not busy at all. Proceed at a steady ninety-five kilometres an hour, there is no need to waste fuel getting there ahead of time. The A 92 is quiet, but the traffic picks up on the A3 for the last part of the journey. Arrive, and visit the coffee shop. This has changed owners, but still has the same people working in it. The coffee has changed its name, but tastes the same.

Walk around the small town for an hour, and then settle down to wait in front of the collectors house. He has library duty today, it will be done at midday.

He arrives, and has a wish to go visit a place that he does not get to easily. It turns out to be a very large deep quarry some twelve kilometres away. It is a granite quarry, it is possible to see the ages in its walls. Take two hours to walk about the place, it is quite beautiful. Return to the mans house, and nearly faint, it is late and it was hot. Have coffee and cake to resuscitate, and when all is better, drive home

The journey takes a while, drive slowly, there is no hurry.

Now it is twenty past eight