Dune of Driftwood

The sky clears up, gets cloudy, clears up again and after a few last raindrops in Gettorf, we continue quickly by bike, past

relevant offers, past grazing Woelkos, who are itching for oats, but we continue to sit on the steel saddle of our horse, still looking at the zoo.

We reluctantly decide to forgo a visit, we gaze at very large houses and

cycle past the train station, on cobblestones, on asphalt, along field paths. We are impressed by monuments for minutes.

We read this inscription with incredible precision, in the rearview mirror the shopping avenue of Gettorf glitters faintly.

We continue cycling inland and a pleasant, very soothing surprise awaits us. We quickly turn left, discover a beach, look, pause.

Of course, it goes without saying that certain rules must also be observed here, as the signage as always proves.

A planned visit for coffee at the Seerose (200 m) unfortunately did not take place, it was not yet open.