Day 91 of 100, Hannover, Germany
A couple of nights before we headed to Hannover (for the nth time), a silver fog rolled in.
The old lady’s brewing, they said in the old days.
A deer barked in the gloaming.
The kraken thrashed.
Mare came at midnight.
From sea monster to night-goblin… and here I thought the only worry in Denmark was melancholic Princes. Horatio, is that you making those noises; what’s that glow by the bench? Horatio, is that you? Horatio? Horatio?
He’s off expanding his earthly philosophy, methinks, Greg ;)