Still much too warm for the season. Nearly 20 °C, but a strong and gusty wind - (so I donīt take a t-shirt) a short walk over the fields.
High clouds preclude sunshine, but Schneeberg is free of clouds.
Poplars are bending down in the wind. Lucy has to work hard to keep on their feet. Itīs the first time for her to walk in strong wind, and frequently, she lokks at me in bewilderment, seeming to say "whatīs this, daddy?"
On the way back, the wind pushes Lucy, forward, so she starts running faster and has to stop several times to wait for me.