FOWC with Fandango: High

And there she goes, higher and higher. I see them daily flying over our village. some are just passing through and others have just left Zürich Airport and continuing their journey. I used to fly to London regularly, once a year, and got to know the scenery below from the aircraft. I even managed to see my little village as we flew over. Then I was one of those planes ascending into the sky. Even from a height you recognise the landmarks.
FOWC with Fandango: High</a<

RDP Wednesday: Tattoo

The seem to be everywhere. The workers remove their shirts in summer and the tatoo exhibition has arrived. Mr. Swoss is in a golden oldie home, and he does not have a tattoo, but he was telling me today that all the nurses have one somewhere, not to mention the male staff. I do not have one, although I was telling Mr. Swiss today that if I was 50 years younger, I would probably have a tattoo. Although I must say today with 76 years of age I would probably regret having one. And here is one of our road workers showing his tattoo.

Strangely he is the only one with the trousers rolled up – of course, he has a tattoo.

RDP Wednesday: Tattoo