And It's Good Night From Berlin

We will remember

Berlin Colour A Snap Shot

Postcard From Berlin

Today not so many steps with my Fitbit about 14,000 but steps indeed that were poignant in walking to the Topography of Terror.

From 1933 to 1945 it was the headquarters of the Gestapo, the Reich security offices and other SS offices.

It is one of the most notorious locations of Nazi brutality. We walked round but obviously be wary if you've very young children.

Haunting pictures captured my eye and out of respect no one took pictures inside. I saw pictures that you wouldn't believe , horrific scenes captured where somewhere staring towards the camera ~ a warning to history and the future.

D Is For Dominance

D is for the dominance of the Berlin architecture.

And today I've walked 30,00 steps with my fit bit , I'm on a blogging jaunt ~ I mean holiday ( paid by my own fair hands) 

I've tea jitters.

And I've never walked so much in my life , today was Berlin zoo where we silent ages looking for a panda which sadly has popped its clogs to go to bamboo plantation in the sky.

So much walking !

My hair is styled by Worzel Gummidge , and I've been clinging to lampposts because of the wind

And it's snowed.

Psst it's Spring !

 

The Chicken Whisperer

The chicken whisperer can walk the walk and can talk the talk and has moves like a errmmmm chicken.

Exactly how does a chicken move ~ does it bop ? does it move ? Does it do the funky chicken ?

When the sun hits the sky at some point towards the end of the day it gets tired and let's off an almighty glow , this is the magic hour and untold wonders happen. As I walk out my husband and son having left for  rugby training then the time is mine , I'm on the clock to capture the essence of the magic. For the sky , air and clouds will never align the same way ever again , magic has to be sought , so go be a seeker.

And then in a Saturday morning I wander upon the next village.

This a lagoon that was once a gravel pit , I love how the ecological balance is restored.   I Arrive upon the calm countryside haven and within 5 minutes it culminates into a scene from the Wizard of Oz killing my umbrella of which has made me a tad unhappy.! 

Where do dead umbrellas go ?is there  an umbrella graveyard? 

I'll carrying on seeking.