When I’m on my annual home visit, my mum and I like to go out for evening walks together, strolling through the woods and fields surrounding The Village.
The air of tranquility was interrupted, however, when we happened across a group of firemen from the neighbouring village, fiercely engaged in a training exercise:
On the way back home, there was a rather lovely sunset 🙂
Now, I’d just like to return to the firemen once more. These guys we bumped into were from a village less than two miles away, not much more than a hamlet populated by fewer than 300 souls. My village, which has a headcount of scarcely 700, not only has its own fire brigade, but sports this state-of-the-art fire station:
You may wonder how tiny Bavarian villages can afford all this.
Well, Bavaria is run by farmers. Rich farmers. They are conservative in their attitudes, but forward-thinking in their spending and planning, and they wield immense political power.
Village fire crews are volunteer organisations composed of, by and large, farmers and their sons. Farmers care very much about their barns catching fire in the dry late summer heat, and by the time a fleet of fire engines manned by a ‘professional’ salaried crew arrives from a a town 20 miles away, an entire farm might have gone up in flames.
In addition, being a member of the volunteer fire squad has a major social component to it: The boys go out drinking together, and they get to go away on training courses and ‘team building’ weekends. So, you see, there’s every incentive to be part of the gang, and there’s also plenty of community cash buy all the requisite toys.
[If you’ve missed my introductory post about The Village, here it is.]
Ah, thank you for that. A nice start to a sunny Saturday morning. Some topless shots would have been nice though 😉 Mmm, topless Bavarian farmers with gushing hoses… 😉
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You wouldn’t want topless shots… think of all that beer they drink… I shall leave it at that…
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Point taken 😉
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Anna doesn’t seem to mind much…!
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I second the topless photos demand. And hey, I drink a fair bit of beer and [insert a totally inappropriate topless-related comment]! I bet the burn it all off with vigorous fire-fighting exercise!
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I’m all for inappropriate comments! I see I’m going to have to make a list for my next Germany visit… topless men, more beer, …
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Also a very good point! I’ve been swayed back again – topless photos please!
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May have to start an entirely new blog on that… Lady Of The Pecs?
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Oooh, I think you’re onto a winner there!
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Gushing hoses… hahaha.
My uncle is a volunteer fireman in Australia.
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Gosh, he must be a busy man…!
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Wow, the volunteer firefighters in my tiny village definitely don’t have the funds for a firehouse that nice!
And is it just me, or is that first one on the left a child?!
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No, that’s a runty edition Bavarian… we do have those 😉
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I thought they were all strapping, young men! Guess my imagination ran away with me…
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I blame Anna for indoctrinating you with this erroneous impression…
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Ah… I enjoyed that. Thank you.
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You’re welcome. We all need a fix every now and again 🙂
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Can you do a series, please?
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Yes. A series of 1. You’ve seen it 😉
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Great title for this post. 🙂
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oooh I love a fireman… 🙂
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You’re in good company 😉
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