The Composer and I had the day together and decided to spend it driving slowly around back roads.
Stopping for stone churches and anything else that looked interesting.
Apple tree in a churchyard. No, we didn't steal any. I don't think they were quite ripe.
We never could figure out what these bunker-like structures are in the middle of nowhere. The Composer shot down my theory of nuclear warhead storage. What does he know?
Kind of like being back in Germany.
An evening in mountain air.