Where's Bertie? He's in a Stellplatz alongside the River Eider, just outside of the village of Lunden in northern Germany (exact location: 54.33253, 8.99536).
An early run, an early visit to the service point and we were on the road before 8am. We had gone about 10km when I realised the hosepipe connectors were still attached to the tap in Ribe. I think that's the first time in 6 years of motorhome ownership that we've lost a set of connectors (annoyingly, this was the smaller size of tap thread, so we had to use both sizes of connector and thus lost both) and we did only pay pence for them, but it's still annoying. I need to check, but I think we have spares.
A stop for breakfast was had in a supermarket car park in Tønder, the last town we were going to encounter before we left Denmark and thus our final opportunity to dispose of our Danish cash. We had 90DKK left over and managed a basket of stuff that came to 89.5DKK. Perfect - if four of the 1 Krone pieces hadn't been rejected at the till for being Norwegian. Ooops! Credit card to the rescue for the shortfall.
With no motivatiom to look around the town, over the border we went and straight to this car park an hour or so further south, just outside of a place called Lunden. The River Eider here is tidal and the mud was well and truly in when we arrived:
Mick wandered back over there as I cooked tea, by which time not a bit of mud was to be seen:
As swimming wasn't an option in the heat of the afternoon (many metres of mud lay between the end of the swimming pier and the water), we sat outside Bertie and I crocheted whilst Mick read:
The granny square collection is coming on nicely
Glancing over my shoulder at one point I came to realise that I had an audience:
I had thought when we arrived here that it was a car park in which we were going to be spending the night. However, returning after a walk, we noticed that on the very grand entrance archway there is a symbol of a motorhome, so presumably this is a formal Stellplatz, albeit one with no services. There are four of us here tonight, enjoying the quiet location - quiet that is apart from occasional honking of geese and mooing of cows.
An early run, an early visit to the service point and we were on the road before 8am. We had gone about 10km when I realised the hosepipe connectors were still attached to the tap in Ribe. I think that's the first time in 6 years of motorhome ownership that we've lost a set of connectors (annoyingly, this was the smaller size of tap thread, so we had to use both sizes of connector and thus lost both) and we did only pay pence for them, but it's still annoying. I need to check, but I think we have spares.
A stop for breakfast was had in a supermarket car park in Tønder, the last town we were going to encounter before we left Denmark and thus our final opportunity to dispose of our Danish cash. We had 90DKK left over and managed a basket of stuff that came to 89.5DKK. Perfect - if four of the 1 Krone pieces hadn't been rejected at the till for being Norwegian. Ooops! Credit card to the rescue for the shortfall.
With no motivatiom to look around the town, over the border we went and straight to this car park an hour or so further south, just outside of a place called Lunden. The River Eider here is tidal and the mud was well and truly in when we arrived:
Mick wandered back over there as I cooked tea, by which time not a bit of mud was to be seen:
As swimming wasn't an option in the heat of the afternoon (many metres of mud lay between the end of the swimming pier and the water), we sat outside Bertie and I crocheted whilst Mick read:
The granny square collection is coming on nicely
Glancing over my shoulder at one point I came to realise that I had an audience:
I had thought when we arrived here that it was a car park in which we were going to be spending the night. However, returning after a walk, we noticed that on the very grand entrance archway there is a symbol of a motorhome, so presumably this is a formal Stellplatz, albeit one with no services. There are four of us here tonight, enjoying the quiet location - quiet that is apart from occasional honking of geese and mooing of cows.
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