Felix Liebig

Between May and June, you can eat strawberries. Yes, exactly. But that's only marginally discussed here. Because they have to come from somewhere. Preferably from the local weekly market. That was – actually – one part of the activity. Because I was "outdoorsy" both yesterday and today. Yesterday, there

In fact, there were 17 of us on the road. Two of them were muscle-powered. The actual tour was a good 65 km long. The weather was kind to us until the end of our break at the Engel Cafe in Ringstedt. We arrived exactly at the agreed time. The drizzle began to fall the minute we set off, and it rained

I was in Brake again for this play:



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What did I learn?



A friction wood crushed a bargeman's finger.



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A few abandoned old machines bear the logo of a French car brand. Oh no, the other way around.



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I can't always take a ride to Bremen with a friend. Retirees never have time... Even with a day ticket, I prefer to walk from Bremen Central Station to the photo studio at Speicher XI. It's a little different every time.



This time, I stopped at the so-called customs clearance building, actually a complex

Today, things started off relaxed on the Alte Bürger. We're Alte Bürger, after all. Well, we live there. There are also Neue Bürger. And as is the case in Bremerhaven: You like it or you leave - "...or leave!". Life is certainly more relaxed without cars: Alte Bürger is fine. Even if there's one less

Today I wore both hats—oh, helmets—of work and volunteerism. I organized the tour with my colleagues; three club friends supported us in a cooperative effort. Many thanks to Martina, Klaus, and Rainer for accompanying us. Even though there wasn't much riding to do and the "herd" was very tame. In perfect

In perfect weather, there were 13 of us, four of whom were entirely muscle-bound. I had to really push myself to get started. My body apparently had a different take on the day off work and left me and my volunteers cycling against the clock.



But then everything was fine; the group was in high spirits

True to the motto (or mottoes), I had set priorities today. The reactionary, nationalist, and convoluted part of our population had occasion to demonstrate on foot and by car in Bremerhaven and Cuxhaven. That's reason enough for countermeasures. I volunteer for cycling, not against stupidity. So I decided

Funnily enough, the big eight for a friend's birthday is almost exactly the same distance as the drive to the farm in Stotel. You don't look a gift horse in the mouth. Except that the horse is now galloping off to the eternal hunting grounds. Luckily, there was no horsemeat; instead, there was chili

Is it Easter already?



Friends recently told us about the Dorum Moor, and I've been wanting to explore Pipinsburg for a while anyway. I don't find the ringed enclosure here as impressive as that of Monsilienburg in the south of Bremerhaven. What was more impressive on the hike was the sheer number of burial