Where's Bertie? He's in a free three-space Stellplatz (no services), forming part of a car park by Waldenbach. (Exact location: 48.63440, 9.15291)
Weather: A grey and slightly drizzly start, then a period of rain, then more greyness with the occasional glimpse of sunshine, then more rain this evening. Still warm.
With remarkable similarity to Friday, we retired last night to the sound of rain drumming and with flashes of lightning all around. The difference was the temperature: the day hadn't got above the mid-twenties.
The reason we stayed in the car park in Oberesslingen last night was due to its proximity (about 5m) to a riverside path for a run this morning. Our route was such that Mick was with me for the first 7 miles, at which point he stopped as we passed Bertie and I carried on (throwing a couple of river-island circuits in at the end) to bring my distance up to a half-marathon.
This bridge also features in the parkrun course
Along the river
Much greener further along
As the temperature hadn't dictated an early start (it was just gone 8 as we'd headed out), by the time I was back and we'd showered, breakfasted and elevensesed, lunctime was upon us. It was thus afternoon by the time we were ready for the next activity scheduled for today.
When we left Esslingen 6 weeks ago, we decided we would visit the Mercedes-Benz museum (on the east side of Stuttgart) on our return journey. For ease of parking, a Sunday seemed a good time to do that. The day had rather run away with us, but as we set off museumwards, there were still 5 hours of opening remaining.
Our expectations had been set by our Audi museum visit a couple of weeks ago (walked straight in and up to the ticket desk), so we didn't expect to arrive to find the ticket queue snaking out the door and across the concourse. We duly joined the queue and about ten or fifteen minutes later we reached the door, where there was a sign telling us the wait from that point was approximiately one hour. Inside the queue snaked around and about until it finally reached the ticket desk.
The outside queue as viewed from both directions. The internal queue was many times this length.
Aside from not having the inclination to stand in a queue for another hour, by the time we were inside the museum, we would only have three hours left until closing. With an entrance fee of €10 each, I didn't want to feel rushed, so we ducked out of the queue and left. A wasted journey, but if we should go back at least we now know where we can park and we'll make sure we're there for opening time.
Battling our way back out of Stuttgart, to Waldenbach we came, to another brand-new Stellplatz (an old car park, but newly installed motorhome spots and signage). As I type, Bertie has no neighbours, although there has been a steady stream of cars bringing children to visit the adjacent play facilities.
They don't just give you somewhere to kip, but also usually provide information as to what might entertain you nearby. This is one of two information panels here.
We're saving a look at Waldenbuch until tomorrow and the nearby walking route was too long to entice us, considering this morning's exersions, so this afternoon we just took a tiny strollette around Glashutte. We'd thought as we set out that it was a village, but now I'd class it as just a satellite residential area. Aside from the old school house and a well-past-its-best guesthouse, there is nothing there bar housing. Much of that housing is very ordinary and some of the rest is verging on ugly, which is not what two summers in Germany has led us to expect! I'm sure we'll find more attractive things to look at tomorrow.
In the interests of not only posting photos of chocolate box villages, here's a random snap of a street in Glashutte.
Weather: A grey and slightly drizzly start, then a period of rain, then more greyness with the occasional glimpse of sunshine, then more rain this evening. Still warm.
With remarkable similarity to Friday, we retired last night to the sound of rain drumming and with flashes of lightning all around. The difference was the temperature: the day hadn't got above the mid-twenties.
The reason we stayed in the car park in Oberesslingen last night was due to its proximity (about 5m) to a riverside path for a run this morning. Our route was such that Mick was with me for the first 7 miles, at which point he stopped as we passed Bertie and I carried on (throwing a couple of river-island circuits in at the end) to bring my distance up to a half-marathon.
As the temperature hadn't dictated an early start (it was just gone 8 as we'd headed out), by the time I was back and we'd showered, breakfasted and elevensesed, lunctime was upon us. It was thus afternoon by the time we were ready for the next activity scheduled for today.
When we left Esslingen 6 weeks ago, we decided we would visit the Mercedes-Benz museum (on the east side of Stuttgart) on our return journey. For ease of parking, a Sunday seemed a good time to do that. The day had rather run away with us, but as we set off museumwards, there were still 5 hours of opening remaining.
Our expectations had been set by our Audi museum visit a couple of weeks ago (walked straight in and up to the ticket desk), so we didn't expect to arrive to find the ticket queue snaking out the door and across the concourse. We duly joined the queue and about ten or fifteen minutes later we reached the door, where there was a sign telling us the wait from that point was approximiately one hour. Inside the queue snaked around and about until it finally reached the ticket desk.
Aside from not having the inclination to stand in a queue for another hour, by the time we were inside the museum, we would only have three hours left until closing. With an entrance fee of €10 each, I didn't want to feel rushed, so we ducked out of the queue and left. A wasted journey, but if we should go back at least we now know where we can park and we'll make sure we're there for opening time.
Battling our way back out of Stuttgart, to Waldenbach we came, to another brand-new Stellplatz (an old car park, but newly installed motorhome spots and signage). As I type, Bertie has no neighbours, although there has been a steady stream of cars bringing children to visit the adjacent play facilities.
We're saving a look at Waldenbuch until tomorrow and the nearby walking route was too long to entice us, considering this morning's exersions, so this afternoon we just took a tiny strollette around Glashutte. We'd thought as we set out that it was a village, but now I'd class it as just a satellite residential area. Aside from the old school house and a well-past-its-best guesthouse, there is nothing there bar housing. Much of that housing is very ordinary and some of the rest is verging on ugly, which is not what two summers in Germany has led us to expect! I'm sure we'll find more attractive things to look at tomorrow.
Did Mick run the seven miles back?
ReplyDeleteEven as I pressed 'post' I suspected I'd made a poor job of describing our route. We ran 3.5 miles along the river in a NW-erly direction. There we turned and when we got back to Bertie, Mick stopped. I carried on along the river (now going SE) until the riverside path got too overgrown. There I turned again and ended up having to tackle a flight of steps twice to throw in a couple of island circuits to bring my total up to 13.1 miles.
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