It wasn't the sort of thing I'd been expecting. I'd not been expecting anything much to be honest - a mild visitation of a new to me place with added bier and cake. That much I'd got right but then, as if by magic, as if I'd started dreaming a 'man' with feathery arms flapped into the space and a cyclist rode by. Always a cyclist riding by it seems. Just as well there were lots of cycle paths.