The road to nowhere

So I got given an address. Which I followed. But the further I went, the smaller, narrower, and slower the roads seemed to get. By the time I turned into some alley with cranes blocking part of the path, I started getting a little skeptical that I was actually heading into the correct direction. But as I rounded the final corner, a glimpse of familiarity sprang over the horizon, and I was quickly greeted by two overjoyed dogs. Which, in all their cleverness, parked themselves in the blind spot behind my car (that has no reversing camera) and then sat there ...

Of course, even in the most remote parts of Germany, you find wind mills for generating electricity. And what's the best thing to put right in front of a giant metal pole with big rotating blades? Correct: a model plane flightfield. Though I'll admit, the wind coming up the hill to feed the windmill was also letting that glider soar through the air as much as he wanted. So I guess it all works out somewhere.