My Daily Banana

 

Event of the day:

 

Today a picture post

We went to Westerland, the day was terrific with the sun shining, clouds like the fat strips in a slice of bacon and a wee breeze. The type of day that feels good on the skin but plays havoc with my nose and lungs (my hayfever went up to an eight in the ten point scale) It was at its highest here in Niebüll, in the train going over to the island it went down to one and in Westerland up to about five, that’s low enough to enjoy the day.

Look how calm the water is

On Sylt we first went to the Westerland graveyard to say “Hello” to Oma and Opa, to my amazement we found Carla’s grave, I always thought she had been buried in Morsum but no, her grave is just behind Oma’s. I still don’t know when or why she died, can anyone tell me?

Carla's grave

Oma and Opa's stone with

 

It was now time for a good strong cup of coffee, that’s when we go to Raffelhüschen in the Decker St. It’s a backer shop that also sells coffee. The drink was black and strong and the nice lady behind the counter gave us a butter biscuit as a supplementary. A nice jest, we were quietly slurping our coffee when from the background there came “Do you want a biscuit?”, we “Yes, please” and she came from behind the counter, biscuit tin in the hand and gave us the goodies. Isn’t it nice how little things can brighten up the day?

Westerland town hall, casino and concert hall

Strandstrasse, it's always quiet on this street. The tourists prefere the Friedrichstrasse

Doggie talk

We then strolled through Westerland to the beach. The atmosphere of the town was loud and full of activity, it was the Harley Days on Sylt and big bikes were parading everywhere, I could hear them and hundreds of middle aged advocate/dentist type men in leathers (with the obligatory Harley emblem) were hanging around town. I also got mildly infected by this and started photographing bikes; I couldn’t hold myself back when I spied an eight cylinder BossHoss and four beautiful Matchless bikes from Great Britain.

Harley Electra Glide and the Boss Hoss in the background

Eight cylinder motor, cool

Matchless 1000 Twin from 1937

A work of art, the oil distribution

Scrambler

Four beauties in a row

 

Westerland Kurzentrum (it's supposed to be a health resort but it's a prestige hostel a one room appartment costs at least €250,000. Not bad for between twenty and thirty square metres?)

 

When at last we got to the beach I cooled down, not in the water, that’s nothing for me and at this time of year the wet is still too cold (nine maybe ten degrees centigrade). It was nice just sitting around watching the tourists enjoying themselves, no agro in the air just the smell of Hamburgers and roast almonds. Isn’t it nice to be alive?

Loving a lamp post



Westerlad Promenade

Selfie with Heike

A Westerland vulture on the look out

After a quiet sit-down on the promenade it was time for another coffee so we strolled down the Friedrichstraße, past the bus station to a shopping centre Famila, where Raffelhüschen has another branch, it was high time I came out of the fresh air, my condition was going up the scale. There we had our final coffee for the day and shared a pastry before we caught the train back to Niebüll.

This is the Seeburg, remember where Mama and Papa met?

The Friedrichstrasse, more tourists, more money

My beautiful bird

A poppy amidst thorny roses

Another coffee at Raffelhüschen. Heike's not pleased with me, I left her standing at the counter without sayind what I wanted.

I myself was knackered, it’s not normal for me to get so much fresh air on one day, on the train I told Heike that I would be refraining from cycling today. My vision of getting home was plonking myself on the sofa, watching the goggle box and sleeping as you can imagine it all came differently.

In the background the chemist where Lynda works

The green family on the station's forecourt

 

It's mostly windy on Sylt

Leaving the island

One last vulture

Where's the water?

 

Cycle ride of the day:

 “I think I’ll fix my new toy (the videocam) onto one of my bicycles and ride a short round to test it”, well that’s what I said to Heike and that’s also what I had in mind when we got home from our outing. If I’m going to do a short round I need my cycling getup, I can’t be wearing my jeans they’ll get dirty on the chain and I can’t ride a bike without shoes with anchor plates; all of my bicycles have pedals in which I can anchor my feet. When I got out to the garage the thoughts of a short round have vanished and now I wanted to do a normal round and I did. Thank heavens for that, it’s seldom so mild and calm. The round was easy and I felt good afterwards.

 

As you have noticed today there’s no mention of birthdays and nobody died but the event was here and yesterday. For me a nice memory and you?

Bye, see you all tomorrow. Have a good day