It is a dull grey december sky. Low clouds hang above the lands. Temperature's well above the freezeing point. You are standing at the end of a muddy path at the bank of a huge draining ditch. Water is slowy floating past. Withered reed is waving slowly in the gentle breeze right before you. You hear geese gathering in a field for their onward journey to the south and the faint bell of a clocktower of a small rural town nearby. On the other side of the ditch you notice something which could be a small trodding path among the reed leading a small wooden wind mill standing lonely at the water. These types of mills were once widepread and were used to pump water from the marshes into the ditch all over the low lands to gain land for farming and settlements. You feel eyed and you see a curious three legged rat following your movements. As you move closer the rat hides in a dark hole. There exits west, back along the muddy path >_

It is a dull grey december sky. Low clouds hang above the lands. Temperature's well above the freezeing point. You are standing at the end of a muddy path at the bank of a huge draining ditch. Water is slowy floating past. Withered reed is waving slowly in the gentle breeze right before you. You hear geese gathering in a field for their onward journey to the south and the faint bell of a clocktower of a small rural town nearby. On the other side of the ditch you notice something which could be a small trodding path among the reed leading a small wooden wind mill standing lonely at the water. These types of mills were once widepread and were used to pump water from the marshes into the ditch all over the low lands to gain land for farming and settlements. You feel eyed and you see a curious three legged rat following your movements. As you move closer the rat hides in a dark hole. There exits west, back along the muddy path >_

You are standing off a soaking wet path along a small silent brook... The vegetation shows signs of late autumn after another frosty night. There's a leafless gnarly old tree near the water. Its trunk, branches and twigs are illuminated by the last rays of the setting sun, almost golden from within. It's mostly quiet but you notice some rustling in the reeds near the water. There's fallen leafs on the ground. Exits are east onwards the foot path or back northwest. >_

You are standing off a soaking wet path along a small silent brook... The vegetation shows signs of late autumn after another frosty night. There's a leafless gnarly old tree near the water. Its trunk, branches and twigs are illuminated by the last rays of the setting sun, almost golden from within. It's mostly quiet but you notice some rustling in the reeds near the water. There's fallen leafs on the ground. Exits are east onwards the foot path or back northwest. >_

You are standing on the grassy bank of a small river. The water is calm and reflects the greyish sky and the leafless trees on the other side. Clouds indicating the coming of winter. A gentle breeze moves the bushes and plants which wear all shades of autumn colours. Theres is a paddock and a small road on the other bank leading to a nearby bridge of a motorway.The sound of a fast car crossing the bridge can be heard in the distance.. You notice a flock of ducks swimming nearby, bickering and complaing about your presence. There's a piece of wood lying in the water. Exits are to the West behind you, East onwards across the meadow leading towards a path along the river > _

It is a cold and sunny day. Some few clouds hang in the blue sky. The sun is already low and about to set. You are looking south south east. Water rippling at some rotting wooden mooring posts close to the mouth of the River Elbe and the North Sea - Baltic Sea Channel. In the background a trading ship, a socalled Feeder, is waiting for a Pilot to board for setting off towards open water. You hear the distant rumbling of the freighter's engines and the delicate sound of small waves hitting the coastline. Behind you on a small grassy hill is a sea traffic light showing red lights indicating an occupied lockage. There are exits south along the shore towards a light tower, northwest back to the lockage and a ladder leading down to the water. >_

You are standing on the grassy bank of a small river. The water is calm and reflects the greyish sky and the leafless trees on the other side. Clouds indicating the coming of winter. A gentle breeze moves the bushes and plants which wear all shades of autumn colours. Theres is a paddock and a small road on the other bank leading to a nearby bridge of a motorway.The sound of a fast car crossing the bridge can be heard in the distance.. You notice a flock of ducks swimming nearby, bickering and complaing about your presence. There's a piece of wood lying in the water. Exits are to the West behind you, East onwards across the meadow leading towards a path along the river > _

It is a cold and sunny day. Some few clouds hang in the blue sky. The sun is already low and about to set. You are looking south south east. Water rippling at some rotting wooden mooring posts close to the mouth of the River Elbe and the North Sea - Baltic Sea Channel. In the background a trading ship, a socalled Feeder, is waiting for a Pilot to board for setting off towards open water. You hear the distant rumbling of the freighter's engines and the delicate sound of small waves hitting the coastline. Behind you on a small grassy hill is a sea traffic light showing red lights indicating an occupied lockage. There are exits south along the shore towards a light tower, northwest back to the lockage and a ladder leading down to the water. >_