Day 52. Lost and found

The road gives, the road takes.

I lost my red iso mat. My seat, my doormat. The thing that keeps my knees dry when am installing or packing up the gear in my tent.

The most modest, lightest and handiest item I carry with me. A souvenir from another walking project.
Too simple an item to be worthy of a proper photo. I searched and I found it hidden behind the sausage made by Schweinz Heinz, the butcher and hotel owner who hosted me in Kirchhain.

I found a thin red bracelet. It is smaller, lighter and more beautiful than the iso mat. But these days a dry bum is more important than a fancy look.