I Roam – Call Me a Wanderer

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I am cheating a bit here. In the strict sense this man does not represent a traveller but a pilgrim – as can be seen by the shell he wears around his neck which shows that he is on the Way of St James (Camino de Santiago). Although the more famous part of this pilgrimage leading to Santiago de Compostela is the last part in Northern Spain, there are many roads crisscrossing Europe leading to this part.

But although a pilgrim has no choice in the destination of his route he is for all other intents and purposes a traveller although not a tourist. His journey is his reward and he carries all his needs on his back. This particular wanderer stands in Laudenbach, between the Odenwald and Rhine Valley, from where he would turn towards the South East towards his final destination.

And off he goes, down the road.

Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge: Traveller

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Fever Tree

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When living in South Africa, I was fascinated by fever trees. Some trees have very light barks that seem to glow with the right light but once you see a real fever tree you know that’s the real thing. In the bark of the fever tree photosynthesis takes place and that is why it is properly luminous.

There are of course no fever trees in Europe but these lit trees which were part of a light installation reminded me.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Fever

D.O.M.

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Our running group has subsection – the D.O.M.s, the Dirty Old Men. Membership requirements are either having passed one’s 50th birthday or having a belly girth of more than 2x50cm. Many D.O.M.s are double dipping.

FOWC with Fandango: Belly

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Knickers

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I have a special connection with underwear. Not only do I wear it (!) I often wear it on my sleeve or my chest or back. As one might expect from someone whose nickname is – Knicker Elastic, Knickers for short.

In case I might forget it or possibly repress it, I wear it on my fleece and on my mug, on various t-shirts and several necklasses.

When I first received the name I envisaged something at least slightly elegant, such as this

but in reality it is closer to this realistic stichery

Please take a second to appreciate the fact that this amazing piece of art was stiched by an Indian taylor in Saudi Arabia – the jacket hidden in the back of his store and he was very happy to finally get it out of his hands.

I have linked this wonderful song before but it’s the best thing about my handle: The Knicker Elastic King by Neil Innes and Eric Idle.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Underwear