Fields of Gold / Felder aus Gold

It’s Pfingsten (Whitsun) here in Germany, which probably means little to outside folk. However, for me growing up in Saddleworth, Whit Friday was the most anticipated and exciting day of the year.

No brass band contests here, but at least a welcome long weekend, coinciding with some easing of the Covid lockdown and welcome summery weather.

These gloriously golden fields were actually snapped though the window of the rail replacement bus (thankfully not such a heartsink in Germany), as we made our way to the island of Usedom for a lovely daytrip.