Where's Bertie? He's in the same Stellplatz as yesterday, but in the space opposite the one where he spent last night.
Weather: A surprisingly sunny morning, quite pleasant when in the sun and out the wind, followed by an increasingly cloudy afternoon with some heavy showers later on.
You'd think, after 11 years of motorhoming, that it would be second nature to put a little bit of thought into where we're parking. In general, I think we do: if it's hot and sunny, we seek shade, if it's raining we avoid being under trees, and if it's cold and sunny we try to orientate Bertie's massive cab windows into the sun. Yesterday we had an aberration, and managed to park under trees, facing north.
Thus after this morning's run to and around Born See...
...we did a quick manoeuvre to rectify the situation. Finding ourselves with an unexpectedly sunny morning, we wanted the solar gain through the front windows.
Somehow time evaporated and it was gone eleven by when we headed into town to renew our efforts to pay for our electric hook up. Success - the Tourist Information office gave us an official, stamped receipt in return for our envelope. A bit bizarre that they didn't also offer us any information about the town, but a quick scan through their displays didn't reveal anything so useful as a town map or guide.
Our meanderings revealed:
The Rathaus, which we believe to be the old Kloster
In front of the Rathaus is a 'Stolen Memories' exhibition, which is aiming to reunite personal effects stolen from concentration camp inmates with the families of those inmates
A pretty scene (that probably doesn't come across so well in this snap) of one of the town's watermills and another historic building
Having missed elevenses we were ready for lunch by the time we'd done that, so we picked up a takeaway from the local Wok. No photo! I was so hungry I forgot to take one.
After a bit of computer-based admin this afternoon, we nipped back into town to take a look at the ramparts, which turned out to be much less extensive than anticipated - even reading the two information signs and walking their entirety can't have taken more than ten minutes.
The viewpoint at the end was underwhelming...
...but I did subsequently find a vantage point from which the castle can be seen (it's obscured on most sides by trees).
The detour we then took across town to a cake shop we'd eyed up earlier was perhaps a little ill advised. Having dithered in there about which goodies to choose, and after a bit of chat with the server, who learnt her English from growing up in a town mainly inhabited by British military personnel, and thus spoke coloquially with a Home Counties accent, when we emerged back onto the street it was so dark that it seemed like dusk had come three hours early. Turns out the forecast of heavy rain between 4 & 5pm was spot on and despite our haste back Bertiewards, it caught us about half way. Thank goodness the cakes were of the sort that I could shove down my jacket without spoiling them!
News from the building site is that it's been another busy, and relatively noisy, day of activity. However, the first heavy truck to trundle past Bertie wasn't until just gone 6.30 this morning, and even after that we managed successfully to doze in between subsequent trucks - hence we're happy to spend a second night.
Weather: A surprisingly sunny morning, quite pleasant when in the sun and out the wind, followed by an increasingly cloudy afternoon with some heavy showers later on.
You'd think, after 11 years of motorhoming, that it would be second nature to put a little bit of thought into where we're parking. In general, I think we do: if it's hot and sunny, we seek shade, if it's raining we avoid being under trees, and if it's cold and sunny we try to orientate Bertie's massive cab windows into the sun. Yesterday we had an aberration, and managed to park under trees, facing north.
Thus after this morning's run to and around Born See...
...we did a quick manoeuvre to rectify the situation. Finding ourselves with an unexpectedly sunny morning, we wanted the solar gain through the front windows.
Somehow time evaporated and it was gone eleven by when we headed into town to renew our efforts to pay for our electric hook up. Success - the Tourist Information office gave us an official, stamped receipt in return for our envelope. A bit bizarre that they didn't also offer us any information about the town, but a quick scan through their displays didn't reveal anything so useful as a town map or guide.
Our meanderings revealed:
Having missed elevenses we were ready for lunch by the time we'd done that, so we picked up a takeaway from the local Wok. No photo! I was so hungry I forgot to take one.
After a bit of computer-based admin this afternoon, we nipped back into town to take a look at the ramparts, which turned out to be much less extensive than anticipated - even reading the two information signs and walking their entirety can't have taken more than ten minutes.
The detour we then took across town to a cake shop we'd eyed up earlier was perhaps a little ill advised. Having dithered in there about which goodies to choose, and after a bit of chat with the server, who learnt her English from growing up in a town mainly inhabited by British military personnel, and thus spoke coloquially with a Home Counties accent, when we emerged back onto the street it was so dark that it seemed like dusk had come three hours early. Turns out the forecast of heavy rain between 4 & 5pm was spot on and despite our haste back Bertiewards, it caught us about half way. Thank goodness the cakes were of the sort that I could shove down my jacket without spoiling them!
A cherry lattice tart and a nut and chocolate thing. We went halvers. They were good.
News from the building site is that it's been another busy, and relatively noisy, day of activity. However, the first heavy truck to trundle past Bertie wasn't until just gone 6.30 this morning, and even after that we managed successfully to doze in between subsequent trucks - hence we're happy to spend a second night.
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Just after I typed the above, there was a flurry of new arrivals at the Stellplatz. A motorhome, a demountable, and two white vans towing massive double-axled caravans. The latter were the first British number plates we've seen in Germany this year. Caravans in a Stellplatz though? Is that allowed? Well, sometimes yes - we've seen many a caravan at Stellplätze - and sometimes no, but there's not usually any signage to make the position clear. The position became clear here not long after they'd unhitched, and just as one of them was about to plug into the electric. Having not seen the guardian at all until now (as there are no daily charges at the moment, it makes sense that he's not currently in residence), he arrived on a bicycle with curious promptness (someone had phoned him?) and after much gesticulation and some raised voices, the caravans were re-hitched to their white vans and away they went.
A memory recalled.
ReplyDeleteYears ago in France with the family on a caravan holiday we visited Abbeville. In those days I only had vague recollections of my schoolboy French. Abbeville is famed for being a walled town and we were eager to view. I asked a friendly policeman "Nous cherchons les murs." He failed to understand and I was disappointed that my French was not even good enough for that simple enquiry. After some further exchanges the policemen at last said "Ah! Les ramparts."
It's surprising how often I look up the translation of an English word in the local language, only to find that it's the same, or as good as. Last week my discovery was that the German for 'butter' is 'butter'.
DeleteNo gloves in Manchester yet, but the weekend in Newtonmore may be different. Shame you won't be there.
ReplyDeleteNewtonmore was a bit far to come this year! Gloves are temporarily back in storage and the shorts back out. It'd be nice if it lasted longer than the few days forecast.
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