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Gothmund is a fishing village on the Trave between Lübeck and Travemünde near the Herrentunnel. Today, the area along with the the districts Karlshof and Israelsdorf, belongs to the St. Gertrud district of Lübeck. In Varendorf’s map of 1796 the town was called „Goodmund“. The fishermen of Gothmund are first mentioned in 1502 in a log of Lübeck council. The settlement was originally used as an intermediate station for the fishermen coming of the Baltic Sea back to the Lübeck ports at the Trave river. The natural harbour is separated by a belt of reeds by the Trave. Initially, only simple huts (refuges) for short term were built. Regular houses were erected later. The thatched fishermen houses can now be viewed from a walkway that leads through the estate. The houses Fischerweg 10 to 18 are listed. The settlement itself is car free. Immediately west of the village begins the conservation area Schellbruch. Gothmund can be easily reached by car as well as by bicycle coming either from Lübeck or from Travemünde. [based upon the Gothmund article on de.wikipedia.org]
Germany? Before the beginning there was Ginnungagap, an empty space of nothingness, filled with pure creative power. (Sort of like the inside of my head.)And it ends with Ragnarok, the twilight of the Gods. In between is much fighting, betrayal and romance. Just as a good Godly story should be.Heroes have their own graveyard called Valhalla. Unfortunately we cannot show you a panorama of it at this time, nor of the lovely Valkyries who are its escort service.Hail Odin, wandering God wielding wisdom and wand! Hail Freya, hail Tyr, hail Thor!Odin made the many lakes and the fish in them. In his traverses across the lands he caused there to be the Mulheim Bridge in Cologne, as did he make the Mercury fountain, Mercury being of his nature.But it is to the mighty Thor that the Hammering Man gives service.Between the time of the Nordic old ones and that of modern Frankfort there may have been a T.Rex or two on the scene. At least some mastodons for sure came through for lunch, then fell into tar pits to become fossils for us to find.And there we must leave you, O my most pure and holy children.Text by Steve Smith.
