A little creek washes itself as it splashes gently against the rocks clearly seen through its crystal clear water. It makes small sounds as though trying not to be noticed, but as it swings past an eatery to its side and up a bit, it is noticed. It is watched by customers who sit to watch, they like creeks, they want to monitor the comings and goings of this gentle soul as they sip, oh so slowly.

The Worlitz is a river, it’s a bit deeper and travels further, past peoples homes giving them a taste of its charm as it flows gently and quietly, like a small canal but much more attractive. It’s high banks a footpath away don’t allow even a glimpse from nearby homes so they are built high enough that they can watch the calming water after a stressful day at work.

 Not much seems to happen on the Donau in these parts, at least on the day we were there. I believe it is busy in lots of places, and it gave Corrie and I a chance to catch up with it after many years away. Back then we read a great book which describes the greatness of this river and the work that was being done to have it open all the way to the Black Sea. It made it so personal that these days we treat it as a friend.

And as you do with a friend my English friend and I took a long walk along one of its raised banks. Below us was a narrow forest which we ventured in and out of getting the best of both worlds. We then saw what seemed to be allotments, but on closer inspection they were like a small holiday hut looking onto a lake – not too many vegetable gardens but well kept hedges and a very neat backyard. It was a great walk and it ended close to the Wurlitz River. From there it was into town where we were to meet up with our English friends. We met them in a small car park in one of the most beautiful main streets seen in South Germany. 

And then it was off home to Harburg where I had a lovely walk towards a horizon preparing for its sunset.  After the walk I continued down a steeply sloped shopping centre, one of many in this unusually steep town. Then it was another walk along the Wurlitz until we reached another of its dinner places. This was stunning as we found an Italian restaurant by the Wurlitz with its river in yet a different mood as it excitedly jumped some rocks and gushed over them causing froth to gather before it continued its way under an ancient bridge.

I stayed there in raptures until night called me home but I will be back there for my morning walk tomorrow.