I probably mentioned it, if not here then at least on either Twitter or Google Plus, but I went to the Strawberry Market in Asendorf Sunday before last. I was hoping to see – and taste – a whole mess of strawberries; well, with a name like that you kind of expect something along those lines. In the end it turned out to be a more ‘bathe in the sun’ and ‘look at the people’ type of day with a lot of time browsing through the flea market stalls and very little strawberry eating.
Oh, we did some of that too, but not quite as much as I had hoped, and there was a distinct lack of real, thick cream topping.
What we did get to see, aside from piles of things we really didn’t want and which, at the end of the day, no one else wanted either, was this wonderful steam train. Called Hoya, after the nearby town, it was built in 1899, restored a few years ago and is now a working exhibit in the railway museum running narrow gauge between Bruchhausen-Vilsen and Asendorf.
Plenty of people there taking photographs – almost like being jostled for a decent positon when a princess walks the red carpet amongst all the other people with cameras! – but I think I managed to get quite a good shot or two.
We didn’t ride the train this time, didn’t even think of riding it, but I’ll get to do that another time this summer.
What I’d really like to do is get my hands on some of the roses here, which you can’t really see but, take my word for it, they were beautiful. I wanted to try and capture them underneath this – newly restored architect’s – house wall without all the people, but it didn’t work out that way. Too many people, and I could hardly have got someone – my lover or one of the others with us? – to block the flow of traffic just for a snap shot! I knew, someone (FranÃƒÂ§ois?) will tell me I should have (Get The Shot!), but it isn’t always as easy as it sounds, not when you’re actually there.
This weekend was the Rose Show in Heiligenberg (near Bruchhausen-Vilsen), but the weather was terrible and, even though my old-time friend Kellerlemming was dancing there with her troupe, we decided to give it a miss this year. Maybe next year…
Love & Kisses, Viki.