Wednesday 25 July 2018

Wednesday 25 July - Bad Schussenried

Where's Bertie? He's still at the Stellplatz at Bad Schussenried.
Weather: Wall-to-wall sunshine all morning, but with some cloud this afternoon, including about 4 drops of rain. Hot.

Yesterday I downloaded a leaflet, published by the local Tourist Office, setting out eight routes all with the common start point of the Market Square in Bad Schussenried. Having glanced through them all, I selected No. 5 ('Panormaweg') as looking the most promising.

We didn't get off to a flying start, when we came across this just as we were leaving town:


Not to be defeated, I navigated us around the closure, such that by the time we were 0.5km away from the town, we had walked over 2km.

The back of the old monastery, where we wouldn't have been, but for the road closure.

The rest did go smoothly, if relatively uninterestingly (unless you count multiple attacks by biting horseflies and the accompanying exclamations of 'You bastard!' with a simultaneous slapping sound).

On a clear day you can see the alps from this viewpoint. Today may have been gloriously sunny, but it was also hazy, so we saw not a sign of any lumpiness.

Back at Bertie, there came lunch and reading, both undertaken whilst chasing shade around Bertie. Eventually the shade was lost for an hour or so, whereupon we retreated indoors to (sweat gently and) do the crossword.

Yikes! We were onto our last crossword! The last time I downloaded any newspapers was whilst we watched the World Cup Final, a week last Sunday. That created an urgent need for some wifi, so after I'd finished my latest book (Ken Follett's The Third Twin - it's not going to go into my list of 'books I'd recommend'!), I toddled off into town to loiter within range of a FON wifi hotspot.

The tablet on which we have the newspaper App is a bit old and slow these days, particularly when it hasn't been connected to the internet for a while, so I was almost an hour loitering in a tiny bit of shade between a clothes donation bank and a lampost, which itself was in between the busy butcher's shop and the equally busy mobile roast chicken vendor. Who knows what all of those customers made of my behaviour, but a few of them certainly stared. During that hour (1630-1730ish), the temperature read-out on the building opposite dropped from 35 to 34 degrees.

I think we might be in for another warm night...

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