has never happened to any hasher ever. HA!
To be clear, I’m talking about hashers who run (or walk), members of the Hash House Harriers. Although we drudge through weeds, it’s got nothing to do with weed.
Author: eklastic
Zu alt, um nur zu spielen. Zu jung, um ohne Wunsch zu sein.
German Children’s Favourite Imp
is called Pumuckl. He comes from a long line of seafaring forebears but has for the time being settled in Munich in the workshop of a carpenter.
He has lived through various mediums over the last 60 years: children’s books, radio serialisaton, long playing records and music tapes, a tv series, a muscial, and now, apparently, crochet.
PS: In Germany it is has been judicially forbidden that parents name their child Pumuckl. Regardless of their hair colour.
PPS: Yes, I did crochet this doll and another one for two of our grandchildren.
And then Arnold Got Ready
and stormed off creating a fracas that reverberated in the whole flock.
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Coming and Going, and then Some
In the village with little traffic the children really can use the road to race.
In France the pace is slower but the baguettes need to be carried home.
And how could I not end this post with a photo from eight years ago. Springbok fans in Newcastle when the Rugby World Cup was hosted by England, Scotland, and Wales. Today, Springbok and other rugby fans can be seen in the streets of France, I’m sure.
Cee’s Which Way Challenge: Streets with People in It
Monday Portrait
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Does Chlodwig’s Ghost Still Dwell Here?
Not many ghost towns in densely populated central Europe but lots of old ruined castles for ghosts to haunt. This particular one is Burg Königstein to the west of Frankfurt am Main.
I’m not sure if I prefer the monochrome treatment (this particular shade is called bandicoot in photoscape, probably better described as a kind of olive grey, which I like for old buildings and ruins) to the colour version. I like the contrast of the ancient stones to the green of the plants and the blue of the skies.
Monochrome Madness: Walking through a Ghost Town
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