Back when I was a whipper-snapper we did this family thing of walking the dogs (Sandy and Pip) on a Sunday or Saturday through the fields and forest to the pub. As a kid I loved this jaunt with my Aunties and Uncles. It was doubly good coz of the fizzy pop and crisps we got at the end. As well as the chance to feed the horses, rabbits, see the pheasants and other birds. Yes, the Akwright Arms was not your typical English pub, although both my village pub and that one did cater for kids with a playground, long before the birth of the family pub.
photo by Susann Hübner
This tradition has morphed into my own German version, with a pooch (Sparky) walking through Rosental, and round or up one 0f the few hills in Leipzig, near the sewage works, over the river Weiße Elste . It is great to get out and about and enjoy the nature of Leipzig, as well as the panoramic view. Pass by joggers, cyclists, and in the summer pick flowers or like today pick blackberries. Even the four pawed one got a chance to dig and swim.
As a kid coming back from the walk was a nice kinda tired, as with now as I write from the sofa and soaking my feet in a foot spa There is somehow a new reward for this type of walking.
I can not understand the Leipzigers, honorary or not who do not saunter in the forest and get to see this fabulous city of more than just lime trees.