if there is anything one could get out of fall in central europe, it is the colors of the leaves in the forrest, no? so, out of the garage with the race van and into the woods - under the prettiest sunday morning sun. the saw job became a side issue, downright easy, piece of cake. and because it was so pretty, and because they dont know the woods yet - except from children's songs - i had taken the dragon, at least large portions thereof. and that cute little train's tracks laid right through the middle was a very idyllic motif for a photo, of course. long since abandoned, those tracks are completely overgrown, even with trees by now, growing right between the steel rails. the forrest claims back what had once been taken...

and because it is easier to walk on the tracks (and because daddy wanted to spit, erm LOOK from the bridge), we went for a little walk, all the way onto the big huge 100ft tall stone bridge right in between the very tops of the trees! how often does one find such things? unfortunately, there was noone taking THAT picture - us on the bridge... well, but we enjoyed the silence and alone time, and afterwards, the two little explorers fell into a deep, peaceful slumber after lunch, as expected. and so did i... :) alltogether a very beautiful sunday... despite the fall.