Strawberry fields under cover and grain in the open. Geometric Square #12
Strawberry fields under cover and grain in the open. Geometric Square #12
This is how my post would have ended if I hadn’t seen Debbie’s One Word Sunday. As I did see it I had to show the shelf in my living room: These thin books have been known by German students for the last 150 + … Continue reading What a Croc!
A blanket, that is. If you don’t have a blanket, take a towel. What a wasted opportunity for double dipping with the Ragtag Daily Prompt today, which was Knit. If I had a knitted blanket. Unfortunately, the only blanket I ever made myself is a … Continue reading Never Leave Home Without One

That’s a photo of my husband, the biggest rugby fan I know in person. He didn’t come easy to the sport. In his youth, he played football (soccer) in Germany. And he learned that the other team was the enemy and in certain situation executing foul play was justified (i.e. the punishment is less than what the consequence in the match would have been). When he moved to South Africa he started to play league squash and besides the physical activity he enjoyed the atmosphere (the opposing teams always had dinner together after a meet) and also the fairness on court (sometimes a player conceding a point that the referee didn’t pick up on). When he got less active he got more and more interested in cricket, again the fairness of the players attracted him, as well as the strategy that go into position players and deciding on which players to chose next. Rugby was not on the horizon as it was THE game of the seemingly jingoist, mostly Afrikaans speaking part of South African society.
Then we left Africa and on a holiday to Cyprus one of the bars at the beach was showing a rugby test between South Africa and Australia. We stayed on the periphery and were more and more drawn in – not so much by the game itself but by the reaction of the audience, more South African spectators than Australian and a few neutral Brits. When the Australians scored, the South Africans applauded if it was a good action. And vice versa. When the South African team won in the end, the Australians cheered the South African spectators and congratulated them. This single match started an infatuation of my husband with the sport that has lasted until today. It certainly helped that the South African Rugby Union was much faster in implementing positive steps to integrate the sport after the end of apartheid than e.g. cricket on all levels, from the national team to school rugby.
He tries to explain it to others with the fairness of the game. If a player does something unfair the punishment for the whole team is severe and hurts a lot more than any points could have helped. When the referee talks he mainly talks to the captains who then conveys the message to their team mates. So there is little to no talking back to the ref. And one of the best indicators about the spirit of the game: It has become customary in many countries, to divide the supporters in the stadium, i.e. you sit with other fans of your team – this has become necessary because of violence breaking out amongst the supporters. In rugby this does not happen and is unnessary. When we attended the South Africa vs. Scotland match at the 2015 Rugby World Cup in Newcastle, we were sitting in a completely mixed group. There were more Scottish but also a fair number of Springbok fans. And the atmosphere was just festive, people enjoying the game, no hostility or even unfriendliness. A good move from the players was acknowledged by both sides. It was such a wonderful experience.
This is probably the longest I’ve ever written on this what is predominantly a photo blog. But I’ve had to explain or even defend our interest in rugby so often that I didn’t have to stop to look for words.

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This delightful little granny sits in the middle of the forest and knits. Day in and day out. She seems to enjoy herself. I wonder if she is knitting a blanket? (check out today’s Weekly Prompt Weekend Challenge: Blanket ) Ragtag Daily Prompt: Knit
A country road in southwestern Germany, a waterway (Canal La Basse) in France. Geometric Square #11

I’m used to seeing vintage cars, particularly really old ones like this one, at museums or possibly car shows, so I was startled when I saw this one nonchalantly pulling up at a petrol station and being filled up with normal petrol or possibly diesel. BTW: The H, the last letter on the car license plate, stands for “historic” and is reserved for vintage cars (provided they are maintained more or less like the original ) and it has advantages regarding insurance and tax purposes and I also think exemptions regarding emissions.
FOWC with Fandango: Operational

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For Floral Friday and Cee’s Flower of the Day
Espalier fruit trees and another vineyard for vanishing squares. Geometric Square #10