Blimey ... things were very different when I was young. One time I had agreed to drive my daughter to University, and shortly before we set off I found out that there was a White-tailed Eagle about 60 miles from her dropping-off point ... so I drove her the 250 or so miles ...dropped her off .....picked up a souvenir pebble off the beach at Southwold, slept in the car .... drove to the WTE site, got it ( bloody massive ..... when it flew off, pursued by about 30 corvids, they looked like sparrows next to it. ) ...... drove back home. No problem. I don't do that sort of thing anymore ... anyway, the next one I saw I actually found .... which was nice. I was really on the look-out for fly-by Ospreys at the time, and whilst scoping around I spotted this MASSIVE bird way way way away getting mobbed by about 200,000 gulls, corvids etc.... and then it went behind some hills. So I put that down to experience .... not really ID-able. Never-to-be-seen-again (?) But ... amazingly .... suddenly, it reappeared above me really high up ... it was bloody massive. There were two Marsh Harriers tailing it, and they looked tiny.... it was all most impressive. All the features were there in plain sight. White-tailed bloody Eagle. Whizzo. And I was only 10 miles from home. My home, that is. Not its.That's the way to do it. none of your blasted 600+ mile round trips. I'm hoping that the next one will be over my house. ... it's ages since I've had a house tick ...... my horizons are shrinking, like that Star Trek episode where the universe ( or something) got to be about the size of a cabin in the Enterprise. And if we draw a graph... 1st WTE ...... 300 miles away 2nd WTE....... 10 miles away 3rd WTE ........ the graph says .... smack over my house. They do say that getting old is like being punished for something you haven't done. How true. And I haven't done it. I wish I had now. Anyway, enough of this sad stuff ..... here's Kettcar to entertain us all ... you'll be incredibly surprised to discover that they're German ... here they are with the excellent, moody " Landungsbrücken" ... ( = jetties, piers) Wollte ich leben und sterben wie ein Toastbrot im Regen? [ that's a brilliant and odd line !]
wie ein betrunkener Hund im Zorn ohne Grund? die Erinnerungssplitter liegen herum ich tret rein. und verblutend am Elbstrand die Getränke sind alle noch ein letztes mal winken auf dem Weg aus der Leichenhalle immer zuviel oder zu wenig in mir als man ankam wollte man werden, die Geschichte schreiben, die Doofen sollen sterben, der Plan als man damals nach Hamburg kam An den Landungsbrücken raus, , dieses Bild verdient Applaus und noch 200 Meter und jetzt geht der Fallschirm auf, jetzt geht der Fallschirm auf. na dann herzlich Willkommen Zuhaus und ein letztes Mal winken und ich bin raus Aufstehen, Atmen, Anziehen und Hingehen. Zurückkommen, Essen und Einsehen zum Schluss: dass man weitermachen muss An den Landungsbrücken raus, dieses Bild verdient Applaus und noch 200 Meter und jetzt geht der Fallschirm auf, jetzt geht der Fallschirm auf na dann Herzlich willkommen Zuhaus ein letztes Mal winken und raus Löschen und spul zurück Löschen und spul zurück
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