Where's Bertie? He's still in the same Stellplatz as last night, at Neuhausen ob Eck.
Weather: Wall-to-wall sunshine this morning, clouding in by 2pm, a few rumbles of thunder and drops of rain around 4pm, then clear again. Warm.
Our neighbours last night were Sheenah & Steve, who are just heading back to the UK at the end of a trip that started last September. Mick had gone missing after tea and I eventually located him sitting chatting to them. More chatting ensued and by our usual standards it was a bit of a late night.
I still managed to get up reasonably early this morning, and by 8.15 (after my customary cup of tea and banana) I was heading off to trot around a group of nearby crop fields. Up went the circuit (steadily but noticeably), then up some more, before dropping back down more quickly than it had ascended. With not a single tree for shade, and with the sun beating down, it became more of an effort on each lap, so I called it a day after four (tot: 4.5 miles).
A couple of hours later came the main event of the day: an excellent visit to the Freilichtmuseum. It's an open air museum, on a large site, with 15 historic buildings, all of which have been painstakingly moved there (or, in one case, reconstructed following a fire) from their various original locations around the region.
The same building, in its original location and once moved to the museum. You can play spot the difference with this one. Presumably the features missing from the reconstruction were later additions and the decision was made to return it to its original state.
We knew before we went that the information boards were only in German. From one point of view it's a real shame that we don't understand the language as the information would have interested us greatly. On the other hand, if we had been able to read everything that was there, we would have been there all day.
Walking towards the 'village square'.
Panoramic shot of the village square.
The village shop, which stopped trading in its original location in 1992. Its stock was interesting and varied (from sombreros to something that looked suspiciously like a sex toy!).
The family tree of the owners of the shop - it was worth the few minutes it took for us to work out the details of it.
The insides of the buildings did get a little bit samey after a while (perhaps all rustic bedrooms of the period really did have the same style of bed and bedclothes, and I'm sure that carding and spinning equipment was commonplace), but at no point did we get bored. Well worth the €6.50 entry fee, I would say.
This was the building that had been largely built from scratch, to the original design, following a fire. We couldn't understand the narrative of the video that was playing, explaining the techniques used, but it was still fascinating. No saws were used in the shaping of the timbers - only bladed instruments of the axe family.
In area 'B' there were a couple of watermills, this one powered a sawmill.
And this one was a flour mill. The little dormers on the roof were the exit points for cables running from the gears, which then entered the nearby house and ran various bits of equipment in its loft.
Wandering back to Bertie for a very late lunch (taking a picnic would have been wise) I was feeling weary from all of my exertions, so I was quite happy to sit quietly for the rest of the afternoon.
I so wanted to have a go on this, and the second time we passed it, there was not a child (or anyone, in fact) to be seen nearby. Alas, having crawled my way into the structure I found that instead of having a staircase, you have to haul yourself up via ropes and platforms, involving gaps incompatible with a grown adult who doesn't want to get her limited clothing supply filthy. A retreat had to be made.
Weather: Wall-to-wall sunshine this morning, clouding in by 2pm, a few rumbles of thunder and drops of rain around 4pm, then clear again. Warm.
Our neighbours last night were Sheenah & Steve, who are just heading back to the UK at the end of a trip that started last September. Mick had gone missing after tea and I eventually located him sitting chatting to them. More chatting ensued and by our usual standards it was a bit of a late night.
I still managed to get up reasonably early this morning, and by 8.15 (after my customary cup of tea and banana) I was heading off to trot around a group of nearby crop fields. Up went the circuit (steadily but noticeably), then up some more, before dropping back down more quickly than it had ascended. With not a single tree for shade, and with the sun beating down, it became more of an effort on each lap, so I called it a day after four (tot: 4.5 miles).
A couple of hours later came the main event of the day: an excellent visit to the Freilichtmuseum. It's an open air museum, on a large site, with 15 historic buildings, all of which have been painstakingly moved there (or, in one case, reconstructed following a fire) from their various original locations around the region.
The same building, in its original location and once moved to the museum. You can play spot the difference with this one. Presumably the features missing from the reconstruction were later additions and the decision was made to return it to its original state.
We knew before we went that the information boards were only in German. From one point of view it's a real shame that we don't understand the language as the information would have interested us greatly. On the other hand, if we had been able to read everything that was there, we would have been there all day.
Walking towards the 'village square'.
Panoramic shot of the village square.
The village shop, which stopped trading in its original location in 1992. Its stock was interesting and varied (from sombreros to something that looked suspiciously like a sex toy!).
The family tree of the owners of the shop - it was worth the few minutes it took for us to work out the details of it.
The insides of the buildings did get a little bit samey after a while (perhaps all rustic bedrooms of the period really did have the same style of bed and bedclothes, and I'm sure that carding and spinning equipment was commonplace), but at no point did we get bored. Well worth the €6.50 entry fee, I would say.
This was the building that had been largely built from scratch, to the original design, following a fire. We couldn't understand the narrative of the video that was playing, explaining the techniques used, but it was still fascinating. No saws were used in the shaping of the timbers - only bladed instruments of the axe family.
In area 'B' there were a couple of watermills, this one powered a sawmill.
And this one was a flour mill. The little dormers on the roof were the exit points for cables running from the gears, which then entered the nearby house and ran various bits of equipment in its loft.
Wandering back to Bertie for a very late lunch (taking a picnic would have been wise) I was feeling weary from all of my exertions, so I was quite happy to sit quietly for the rest of the afternoon.
I so wanted to have a go on this, and the second time we passed it, there was not a child (or anyone, in fact) to be seen nearby. Alas, having crawled my way into the structure I found that instead of having a staircase, you have to haul yourself up via ropes and platforms, involving gaps incompatible with a grown adult who doesn't want to get her limited clothing supply filthy. A retreat had to be made.
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