Lightning visit to Schweidnitz

We utilised the milk in all its forms, but it was up to Manfred to find out the secret of its evaluation. It happened like this: We had been in Trebnig with my brother at Whitsun and had enjoyed the lushly standing seeds and the smooth bent; it was green and blooming like in the deepest peace. When we arrived back in Sweidnitz the next day, we found lovely field-grey quarters: Manfred was there for a short stay. Our Mr Pilot was in a splendid mood and did not grumble a bit that he had had to look after the house with the girls. In the meantime, he had been busy in a pleasant and quietly enjoyable agricultural way. During an inspection of the pantry and cellar he had hit upon the idea of churning the fat milk. Now he weighed a white lump in his hand, which he described as the finest sweet cream goat's butter. He didn't let up until we had tasted it. His blue eyes beamed as we labelled the slightly strong-tasting paste ‘simply excellent’. - He left again the next day.