Because I had planned to go cycling and not because it was such beautiful weather because it was definitely not. Anyway, the predictions for the rest of the week are not very positive either, so with some reluctance, I got my bike out of the barn. Once on my way, the reluctance was gone. The few splashes of rain did not bother me. The wind, however, did. I have not cycled far.
When I got back home, I had time to make a drawing with a felt tip pen of the girl. I find it scary to change what I've done so far.
In the blip a bakehouse in half-timber. It probably is the most beautiful of the kind.