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Heimendahl Manor Kempen, Entrance Area
Street entrance of Gut Heimendahl manor in the german small city of Kempen, borough of Unterweiden. This is the entrance area seen from the parking lot, the little house at the left side is the shop of Mrs. Jansen, who offers tea, tobacco and destillates. Through the portal in the big white house you can get into the inner courtyard.
Gutshof Heimendahl, Kempen Eingangsbereich
Pforte des Landgutes Heimendahl/Haus Bockdorf in Kempen-Unterweiden. Nettes Anwesen mit freiem Eintritt und großzügiger Parkmöglichkeit. Wenn man von der Straße aus kommt, liegt zur Linken der Laden von Frau Jansen, in welchem sie Tee, Tabakwaren und Destillate verkauft. Rechts durch das Tor geht es zum Innenhof.
Portaal Landgoed Heimendahl Kempen
Portaal van het landgoed Heimendahl / Huis Bockdorf in Kempen-Unterweiden. Mooie accommodatie met gratis toegang en ruime parkeergelegenheid. Als u van de straat komt, is er aan de linke zijkant het winkeltje van mevrouw Jansen, waar ze thee, sterke drank en tabak aanbiedt. Rechts door het witte gebouw gaat het dwaars door de poort naar het binnenplaats.
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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.