Though walking along trails does have its short-comings (they weren't lying about the signs) and everything takes a lot longer, I am so glad to have more than 20cm road space now.
South of the small village of Pansfelde, I realised that some sections of the trail aren't that popular, really, and decided it's OK to cut some corners here and there.
The first two days the path led through fields and vineyards...
Other places of note were Eisleben...
But the icing on the cake was arriving in Wernigerode today, a name that didn't evoke anything too exciting. But check out the city centre.
So far, I am the only crazy person walking this path (apart from people walking their dog), so my contacts are limited to when I stop for food or shelter but, boy, was I lucky there.
The story of how I met Father Fritsch of Kloster Helfta in Eisleben is far too long and convoluted to write down, so I'm keeping that one for now. I'll just say that it started on Day 8 with some good hearty cursing on my part that made fox and badger cover their ears, but ended happily that same day with another long conversation over a pint and another incredibly generous donation to Fighting Blindness.
I also have to tell you about Fred the woodcutter.