Last night it rained so hard here, just outside of Ulm, that you could feel the pressure front as the lighting storm moved across the valley. It was so high that my head hurt for a few moments and then it rained as long and as hard as one can imagine. Just hours of solid rain, pounding on the shutters. Every so often I would wake and think how happy the pumpkings would be. In the morning Susi told me that one of the cucumber plants had been blown over. So no much fun for ghurkin. Today I we are off to Ottobeuren and apologies if I spelt that wrong. Tomorrow, we hope to photograph the Fischer Tag, in Memmingen, when all the men dress up and jump in the river.
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