[Tonio]: When we arrived, these three chaps were standing next to the fence at the other end of the field. I called out, "Insellmilkom," the dark one looked up and started to walk slowly to our side. A few seconds later, his companions followed suit.
We chatted to them awhile and they let us us pat their foreheads. Nice chaps.
It was the beginning or our 'adventure' from Number 59. The ground was muddy, the air cold and the sky a wintry grey with a timid sun somehow making its way through the cloud cover.
Many people hate winter and complain incessantly about the weather. I choose to appreciate the special character of the season. The following pictures capture the mood of this afternoon, bleak and beautiful.