Where's Bertie? He's still at the Stellplatz in Ingolstadt.
Weather: Showers, some torrential and thundery.
For the first time in three and a half months, Mick declared himself sufficiently free of injury to be able to parkrun this morning. Yay!
We celebrated by doing something that rarely happens - we ran side-by-side. That lasted for two laps of the three-lap course, after which I went on ahead and came first in my age category and sixth overall - far less of a triumph if I disclose that there were 15 runners and only two in my category!
One of the wooded trails in Luitpold Park. No runners in view because I took the photo during yesterday's recce.
Lunch was the next point of note in our day. Yesterday's town tour had taken us to the Viktualienmarkt (which here is an outdoor food-court, rather than a market-with-eateries) but it was an ill-timed visit as we'd just eaten, so we'd put a return visit on the agenda for today.
After a false start (rain started the moment we left Bertie, so we came back in and watched it teem down for a quarter of an hour - saying "I'm glad we're not out in that!" - before making a second attempt) we made it to the eateries and, along with the majority of diners, opted for the 'wok'. My Vietnamese dish seemed to contain half an ocean's worth of salt, but I still managed to clean the plate.
Plates of food that were much bigger than this snap makes them look and good value too.
What to do next? Mick's vote was for the Audi museum, but that was a 3km walk away, which wouldn't have been a problem if it hadn't been for the danger of being caught in a downpour. My vote was for 'Museum of Concrete Art' which was 600m away.
My reason for wanting to go there was that, even having read a little about the place, I had absolutely no idea what 'concrete art' was and I was willing to risk €5 on it not being the remotest bit interesting.
Initial impressions on entry was that our money would have been better spent on cake, but as we made our way around the exhibitions (which at a glance are scant) it became interesting, with the majority being related to the history of the provision of data via charts and pictograms, as well as art related thereto. It would, however, have been almost meaningless without the English brochure (perfect English, but confusing as to which page went with what).
I quickly worked out that this piece (photo only shows a small section of the front) was showing football scores, with the cotton on the back joining the locations of the teams to whom the scores embroidered on the front related...
...but we couldn't work out the subject behind this one and nothing in the accompanying blurb enlightened us.
Another downpour detained us in the museum for a short while after we were ready to leave, but we made it back to Bertie in the next dry spell.
Going off at a slight tangent: when we arrived at this Stellplatz yesterday morning, only four or five of its dozen spaces were occupied. By late afternoon it was at capacity, with more vans optimistically arriving at regular intervals. Today a couple left, but far more have arrived, some of which have found creative places to park (unnecessarily, I would argue as there's a car park big enough for several hundred vehicles adjacent). As I type we have one panel van conversion that has squeezed in between the 'keep off the grass' boulders to park on the grass next to us and another parked on the roadway, blocking our frontward view. This seems to be what happens on the weekend. Even though we are now into holiday season, mid-week seems to be much quieter (hmm - I do hope I'm not tempting fate there; here comes a week of not being able to park anywhere we go!).
Weather: Showers, some torrential and thundery.
For the first time in three and a half months, Mick declared himself sufficiently free of injury to be able to parkrun this morning. Yay!
We celebrated by doing something that rarely happens - we ran side-by-side. That lasted for two laps of the three-lap course, after which I went on ahead and came first in my age category and sixth overall - far less of a triumph if I disclose that there were 15 runners and only two in my category!
Lunch was the next point of note in our day. Yesterday's town tour had taken us to the Viktualienmarkt (which here is an outdoor food-court, rather than a market-with-eateries) but it was an ill-timed visit as we'd just eaten, so we'd put a return visit on the agenda for today.
After a false start (rain started the moment we left Bertie, so we came back in and watched it teem down for a quarter of an hour - saying "I'm glad we're not out in that!" - before making a second attempt) we made it to the eateries and, along with the majority of diners, opted for the 'wok'. My Vietnamese dish seemed to contain half an ocean's worth of salt, but I still managed to clean the plate.
What to do next? Mick's vote was for the Audi museum, but that was a 3km walk away, which wouldn't have been a problem if it hadn't been for the danger of being caught in a downpour. My vote was for 'Museum of Concrete Art' which was 600m away.
My reason for wanting to go there was that, even having read a little about the place, I had absolutely no idea what 'concrete art' was and I was willing to risk €5 on it not being the remotest bit interesting.
Initial impressions on entry was that our money would have been better spent on cake, but as we made our way around the exhibitions (which at a glance are scant) it became interesting, with the majority being related to the history of the provision of data via charts and pictograms, as well as art related thereto. It would, however, have been almost meaningless without the English brochure (perfect English, but confusing as to which page went with what).
Another downpour detained us in the museum for a short while after we were ready to leave, but we made it back to Bertie in the next dry spell.
Going off at a slight tangent: when we arrived at this Stellplatz yesterday morning, only four or five of its dozen spaces were occupied. By late afternoon it was at capacity, with more vans optimistically arriving at regular intervals. Today a couple left, but far more have arrived, some of which have found creative places to park (unnecessarily, I would argue as there's a car park big enough for several hundred vehicles adjacent). As I type we have one panel van conversion that has squeezed in between the 'keep off the grass' boulders to park on the grass next to us and another parked on the roadway, blocking our frontward view. This seems to be what happens on the weekend. Even though we are now into holiday season, mid-week seems to be much quieter (hmm - I do hope I'm not tempting fate there; here comes a week of not being able to park anywhere we go!).
I was certainly impressed by your statistics until I got to the reveal, but well done anyway.
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Mick also came first in his age category ... out of a total field of one!
DeleteI think that inexplicable art is one of those that if you look at it long enough and tell your brain to do something unaccustomed it will turn into a picture of a frog sitting on top of a turnip.
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