Tis always a good time to wander ... to venture forth and to explore the lands that surround my humble terp.

My wanderings will be short for now as I have no horse and my boot stappings are distressed.
The morass surrounding my humble abode is very soft and pulpous. Water tends to accumulate in each of footsteps that I leave behind in this far reaching fen.
Moisture is such a burden ... equipment that is wet just tends to rot.

Yet, wander I must with staff in hand ... for I am Radbod the Wanderer.