Where's Bertie? He's at a free Stellplatz, taking up a small section of a large car park, in Donauworth. Water and electricity are available for a fee. (Exact location: 48.71468, 10.77902)
Weather: Varying between lightly overcast and sunny. A bit warmer today, getting into the low twenties.
Mick declared this morning that his back was well enough to attempt a short, gentle jog, so he joined me for my first mile this morning, on a nicely wooded path along the island between the river and the canal (the 'canal' in this case is a fast moving man-made waterway with low bridges, not the barge-filled still water one would think of when using that term in the UK). As planned, he turned back after his allotted mile and I carried on. On my return leg, along the opposite bank of the river, my thoughts went something like this: "I missed my long run on Sunday. It's Monday today. I could run semi-long today, have a rest tomorrow, do intervals on Wednesday, a gentle run on Thursday, a rest on Friday then parkrun on Saturday. That'd be a sensible plan for the week."
Looking back along the river from the bridge that marked the turn-around-point on this morning's run
Accordingly, when I got back to Bertie after 6 miles, I paused for a drink and to tell Mick I was going further, then set out again. It was only when I got back to Bertie the second time that I realised the flaw in my planning. Yep, today is not Monday. Hey ho. More re-jigging required.
By the time we'd breakfasted and showered, our parking ticket had expired and we still needed to do laundry before we left town. With the laundrette only being a 5-minute walk away, it was fortunate that the Stellplatz in Augsburg has a 'per hour' rate as well as an 'all day' rate (which isn't that common), so we were able to chuck a couple of extra Euro into the ticket machine, rather than needing to faff with moving.
The laundrette was a good one, with shiny new machines that were easy to operate (and only €7 to get two loads washed and dried), a payment machine that accepted notes and gave change, laundry baskets provided, good shelves for folding, and a table and chairs for the wait. All little things that make more palatable the worst chore of life on the road.
With our ticket at the Stellplatz expired again, there was no hanging around post-laundry. The A17 took us northwards for the half-hour or so to Donauworth, where (as the name suggests) we have rejoined the Danube. We spent a good chunk of last summer travelling along this river, between Donaueschingen and Ulm, and here we are sitting a matter of metres away from it again (albeit the water is just out of our sight here).
Snap taken from 40 paces behind Bertie
Our journey along it will be faster this year, as given the choice between spending one week or two between here and Ingolstadt, Mick opted for arriving in Ingolstadt this weekend - and there are a few places I'd like to visit en-route.
As for Donauworth, we've not ventured out to see the place yet. Maybe there will be a brief stroll this evening, or maybe we'll wait until the morning.
Another interesting German motorhome, not in the Stellplatz but being stored in the main car park
Weather: Varying between lightly overcast and sunny. A bit warmer today, getting into the low twenties.
Mick declared this morning that his back was well enough to attempt a short, gentle jog, so he joined me for my first mile this morning, on a nicely wooded path along the island between the river and the canal (the 'canal' in this case is a fast moving man-made waterway with low bridges, not the barge-filled still water one would think of when using that term in the UK). As planned, he turned back after his allotted mile and I carried on. On my return leg, along the opposite bank of the river, my thoughts went something like this: "I missed my long run on Sunday. It's Monday today. I could run semi-long today, have a rest tomorrow, do intervals on Wednesday, a gentle run on Thursday, a rest on Friday then parkrun on Saturday. That'd be a sensible plan for the week."
Accordingly, when I got back to Bertie after 6 miles, I paused for a drink and to tell Mick I was going further, then set out again. It was only when I got back to Bertie the second time that I realised the flaw in my planning. Yep, today is not Monday. Hey ho. More re-jigging required.
By the time we'd breakfasted and showered, our parking ticket had expired and we still needed to do laundry before we left town. With the laundrette only being a 5-minute walk away, it was fortunate that the Stellplatz in Augsburg has a 'per hour' rate as well as an 'all day' rate (which isn't that common), so we were able to chuck a couple of extra Euro into the ticket machine, rather than needing to faff with moving.
The laundrette was a good one, with shiny new machines that were easy to operate (and only €7 to get two loads washed and dried), a payment machine that accepted notes and gave change, laundry baskets provided, good shelves for folding, and a table and chairs for the wait. All little things that make more palatable the worst chore of life on the road.
With our ticket at the Stellplatz expired again, there was no hanging around post-laundry. The A17 took us northwards for the half-hour or so to Donauworth, where (as the name suggests) we have rejoined the Danube. We spent a good chunk of last summer travelling along this river, between Donaueschingen and Ulm, and here we are sitting a matter of metres away from it again (albeit the water is just out of our sight here).
Our journey along it will be faster this year, as given the choice between spending one week or two between here and Ingolstadt, Mick opted for arriving in Ingolstadt this weekend - and there are a few places I'd like to visit en-route.
As for Donauworth, we've not ventured out to see the place yet. Maybe there will be a brief stroll this evening, or maybe we'll wait until the morning.
My guess is that it's a vehicle for carrying nuclear waste.
ReplyDeleteWe have no idea what it once was, but it's definitely a motorhome these days.
DeleteIt left this afternoon, probably not long after we'd had a good nose around its exterior, but unfortunately we missed seeing it go.