One Day in Lower Saxony: Near Bad Fallingbostel 2

Bad Fallingbostel and its surroundings

Part Two of Two Parts

Once in the woods, of course I was infatuated again with the play of light and leaves in the forest, and was unable to not take pictures of flowing water in the Böhme river:

It amazed me to see rather substantial flow in this river. With a slope so gentle that I could not measure elevation losses and gains on my walk, it seemed strange, and wonderful, to have a river flow so fast (on the left is a slow, circulating, portion with foam from soil organic matter dissolved in the water, it is not pollution!).

The woods, walking farther away from town, got more and more interesting to me, I felt a strange expectation building. I began thinking these woods ought to have a few nymphs and faeries floating about, and then I felt something behind me and saw a white haired woman and a white haired dog walking away from me. Likely they were off-trail, in the woods, when I walked by:

FANTASY ASIDE: It struck me that I had just had the same experience in Paris' Bois de Meudon! Can I spin a faery-tale out of it?

For such a tale to hold up, she should have been a horribly repulsive crone that came up to me and asked me for a favor. If I treated her well and respectfully granted her wish, she would turn into a beautiful princess and we would either live happily ever after or she would grant me any wish (something to take home and feed birdseed that lays golden eggs would be nice).

Alas. In both instances the white haired wood-nymph and her 'familiar' never even got close: end of fairy-tale.

The woods at this point were fantastic: