Where's Bertie? He's in a car park at the end of a dead-end road on the SW side of the lake of Schluchsee (exact location: 47.80416, 8.17443).
Weather: Plenty of sunshine, lots of cloudy periods, a few spots of rain, rumblings of thunder, warm.
We came out of the pub late last night stinking of smoke. It was bad enough last weekend, sitting outside of a smoking establishment. This time we were inside, but it was a choice of putting up with it or not seeing England snatch victory against Columbia in a pentalty shoot-out. Is it only just over a decade ago that smelling like that every Saturday morning at home (assuming you'd been to the pub the night before!) was a normal thing?
This morning's run, which featured two unexpected long staircases (and one not-so-long), was hard. Because of the late night in a smoky atmosphere? Because I didn't have any carbs with my salad for tea last night (accidental omission, not an intentional dietary decision)? Because it's so humid? Psychological? Who knows? Whatever the cause, it gave me the inclination to spend the rest of the day doing nothing more energetic than pottering.
There was a walk into town so as to find some wifi to download a week's worth of newspapers...
The temporary office
...whilst Mick wandered off down the street to find a bakery, returning with pastries almost as big as my head:
I did only eat half today, even though the other half will be stale by the time I eat it tomorrow.
Our ticket at the Stellplatz expired at 2.30pm, and it was just before that we rolled away from town, continuing to roll a whole 7km to our new location (which, as the crow flies is under 1.5km from where we were).
We did stir ourselves to walk a circuit through the woods and along the lake side this afternoon and, as we have come to expect of this area, it's all lovely. The number of guesthouses along this road suggests that we are not the only people to think so.
Looking up the Schluchsee from its south west side.
Weather: Plenty of sunshine, lots of cloudy periods, a few spots of rain, rumblings of thunder, warm.
We came out of the pub late last night stinking of smoke. It was bad enough last weekend, sitting outside of a smoking establishment. This time we were inside, but it was a choice of putting up with it or not seeing England snatch victory against Columbia in a pentalty shoot-out. Is it only just over a decade ago that smelling like that every Saturday morning at home (assuming you'd been to the pub the night before!) was a normal thing?
This morning's run, which featured two unexpected long staircases (and one not-so-long), was hard. Because of the late night in a smoky atmosphere? Because I didn't have any carbs with my salad for tea last night (accidental omission, not an intentional dietary decision)? Because it's so humid? Psychological? Who knows? Whatever the cause, it gave me the inclination to spend the rest of the day doing nothing more energetic than pottering.
There was a walk into town so as to find some wifi to download a week's worth of newspapers...
The temporary office
...whilst Mick wandered off down the street to find a bakery, returning with pastries almost as big as my head:
I did only eat half today, even though the other half will be stale by the time I eat it tomorrow.
Our ticket at the Stellplatz expired at 2.30pm, and it was just before that we rolled away from town, continuing to roll a whole 7km to our new location (which, as the crow flies is under 1.5km from where we were).
We did stir ourselves to walk a circuit through the woods and along the lake side this afternoon and, as we have come to expect of this area, it's all lovely. The number of guesthouses along this road suggests that we are not the only people to think so.
Looking up the Schluchsee from its south west side.
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