Where's Bertie? His wheels have not turned (although his engine has, just to check!); he's still in the meadow at the vineyard Stellplatz in Bad Dürkheim.
Weather: Mainly sunny and warm
Our Marco Polo map of Germany has the name of Bad Dürkheim highlighted in yellow, denoting that it is a place worth visiting. Our Michellin map doesn't. I'm tending towards agreeing with the Michellin map, although perhaps the main attraction here is the visiting of wine producers, which isn't something that interests me.
The town certainly expects a lot of visitors: its main car park is huge and when we drove past it yesterday afternoon it was busy.
The Stellplatz was also reasonably busy last night, but from early this morning vans started trickling out. By mid-afternoon it was surprisingly quiet (I can understand the usual exodus on a Sunday afternoon, ready for people to go back to work, but why so many departures on a Monday morning?).
The Stellplatz in a state of almost empty. Around a dozen vans have since arrived.
Our walk around the town this morning showed it to be a perfectly pleasant place for an urban stroll, but at the same time nothing of great interest jumped out at us*.
More interesting was this afternoon's walk, which I took solo whilst Mick finished his book. We've entered a vaguely lumpy area, and right opposite the Stellplatz are a couple of small hills, one of which was callling my name. It was a nicer outing than I expected, making it more of a shame Mick wasn't with me. After an initial section of concrete track through the vines, the surface switched to cobbles then, once out the top of the vines, dirt tracks through the forest beyond.
View across the vines
When the path levelled out through the forest
Mick had finished his book by the time I got back, so I took advantage of having mains electric by getting the clippers out and having him play barber (I did his hair a couple of weeks ago but opted to leave mine at the time, which was a mistake). That feels better!
Sitting outside in the shade into the evening I've made enough headway on my knitted sweater to be able to say with reasonable confidence that I do have enough yarn to finish it off. There may be a 'ta-dah!' photo any day now after all.
This would certainly have got a 'fountain of the day' award if it hadn't been disqualified for currently lacking a key ingredient of a fountain.
(*What did jump out at us, or otherwise draw us in by some mysterious magnetic force, was a Chinese restaurant advertising an 'All you can eat' buffet. There were only eight dishes on offer, but we managed to pig out quite comprehensively. We were only down that road because we were looking for a bakery to buy some bread rolls for lunch.)
Weather: Mainly sunny and warm
Our Marco Polo map of Germany has the name of Bad Dürkheim highlighted in yellow, denoting that it is a place worth visiting. Our Michellin map doesn't. I'm tending towards agreeing with the Michellin map, although perhaps the main attraction here is the visiting of wine producers, which isn't something that interests me.
The town certainly expects a lot of visitors: its main car park is huge and when we drove past it yesterday afternoon it was busy.
The Stellplatz was also reasonably busy last night, but from early this morning vans started trickling out. By mid-afternoon it was surprisingly quiet (I can understand the usual exodus on a Sunday afternoon, ready for people to go back to work, but why so many departures on a Monday morning?).
Our walk around the town this morning showed it to be a perfectly pleasant place for an urban stroll, but at the same time nothing of great interest jumped out at us*.
More interesting was this afternoon's walk, which I took solo whilst Mick finished his book. We've entered a vaguely lumpy area, and right opposite the Stellplatz are a couple of small hills, one of which was callling my name. It was a nicer outing than I expected, making it more of a shame Mick wasn't with me. After an initial section of concrete track through the vines, the surface switched to cobbles then, once out the top of the vines, dirt tracks through the forest beyond.
Mick had finished his book by the time I got back, so I took advantage of having mains electric by getting the clippers out and having him play barber (I did his hair a couple of weeks ago but opted to leave mine at the time, which was a mistake). That feels better!
Sitting outside in the shade into the evening I've made enough headway on my knitted sweater to be able to say with reasonable confidence that I do have enough yarn to finish it off. There may be a 'ta-dah!' photo any day now after all.
(*What did jump out at us, or otherwise draw us in by some mysterious magnetic force, was a Chinese restaurant advertising an 'All you can eat' buffet. There were only eight dishes on offer, but we managed to pig out quite comprehensively. We were only down that road because we were looking for a bakery to buy some bread rolls for lunch.)
Check all the terminals on your vehicle battery. Tighten everything. We had a running problem with our Hymer and it was down to an intermittent connection on one of the leads. Also, check your leisure to vehicle trickle charger which will work on 240 EHU and on solar. 🙂
ReplyDeleteHello! Thank you for the advice. All connections have been checked. We ruled out a charger problem as a) it is showing as being fully charged until load is applied; and b) there had been no hint of a problem 24 hours previously and during that period we weren't on hook-up and the solar panel had been fully in the shade.
DeleteThere have been further developments today, and it seems that our battery is at fault. We've been plugged in to the mains for the last day and a half. Today we unplugged the hook-up, immediately after which the volt meter read 14.2v (read from the post of the battery), but as soon as the ignition was turned on it dropped to 9.5v. It thus looks like we've got a dead cell in our battery. The big question is whether it's a random fault of if there's something underlying it that won't be solved by the new battery that's due to arrive tomorrow.