This part of Germany is full of ehemalige this and ehemalige that . . . in the case of Crinitz, former potteries and a former railway station. Travels around here sometimes feel like dereliction porn.
On a path through a wood I noticed a middle-aged man, quite smartly dressed, with a big bunch of lilac in his rear bicycle carrier. I remembered that it is mother’s day in Germany today: was he making a visit?
Thundery weather meant a prolonged café stop at Finsterwalde (ehemals big in cloth production) and a walk around the Markt. Some Jugendstil buildings and an interesting example of brick sculpture on the Marktschänke, which even included both curled and straight sausages. Brick is big around here – often with patterned bonding. It’s not necessarily attractive, but it is distinctive. I’ve also noticed that Fachwerkkirchen here often have a stand-alone church tower; presumably the church building is not strong enough to support the bell.