Where's Bertie? He's spending a second night at the Stellplatz at Velbert.
Weather: Some high level cloud. Mid teens.
This Stellplatz has eight huge spaces, twice the width of those found in the more sardine-esque motorhome parking areas, and yesterday evening a new arrival mistook the spare space to the left of us as being a free pitch. I have no objection to sharing (even after the bad experience in Skipton), but they'd mistaken the marker on the left edge of our pitch as being the edge of a spare pitch, and thus rather than parking centrally in the space between us and our neighbour they snuggled up unreasonably close to Bertie. We wouldn't have said anything (at least not to them!), but they soon realised their error and left. A few minutes later a North Macedonian van pulled in next to us in a far more reasonable position. He's our neighbour again tonight. From some gesticulation I saw earlier, I'm not sure the woman on our neighbouring pitch, upon which he's also encroaching, is quite as relaxed as we are about sharing.
As for today, there's not an awful lot to tell.
Remember the viaduct under which Bertie is sitting, as shown in this photo from yesterday:
This morning we took a walk over it, from where we looked down onto Bertie and contemplated how many more solar panels we could fit on his roof...
...and in the other direction noted that the trees are starting to change colour:
Continuing a distance along the old-railway-leisure-route as it headed towards town, from another bridge we spotted a bakers so we found our way down to it. The lady therein was uncommonly pleased to be able to speak English to us, and we came away with both bread and cake.
Bienenstich, as recommended by my friend Maike
Back at Bertie, an email caused me to become very vexed with our letting agent, necessitating spending time researching and penning a response to apprise them of my feelings. With that done, we headed out for a nice calming walk around the local cemetary (just the other side of the viaduct) and then to the local park.
The latter was more diverting than expected, being not just another nice mature German park, but also containing a Tierpark (small animal zoo)...
Sheep, goats and rabbits all in together
Weather: Some high level cloud. Mid teens.
This Stellplatz has eight huge spaces, twice the width of those found in the more sardine-esque motorhome parking areas, and yesterday evening a new arrival mistook the spare space to the left of us as being a free pitch. I have no objection to sharing (even after the bad experience in Skipton), but they'd mistaken the marker on the left edge of our pitch as being the edge of a spare pitch, and thus rather than parking centrally in the space between us and our neighbour they snuggled up unreasonably close to Bertie. We wouldn't have said anything (at least not to them!), but they soon realised their error and left. A few minutes later a North Macedonian van pulled in next to us in a far more reasonable position. He's our neighbour again tonight. From some gesticulation I saw earlier, I'm not sure the woman on our neighbouring pitch, upon which he's also encroaching, is quite as relaxed as we are about sharing.
As for today, there's not an awful lot to tell.
Remember the viaduct under which Bertie is sitting, as shown in this photo from yesterday:
This morning we took a walk over it, from where we looked down onto Bertie and contemplated how many more solar panels we could fit on his roof...
...and in the other direction noted that the trees are starting to change colour:
Continuing a distance along the old-railway-leisure-route as it headed towards town, from another bridge we spotted a bakers so we found our way down to it. The lady therein was uncommonly pleased to be able to speak English to us, and we came away with both bread and cake.
Back at Bertie, an email caused me to become very vexed with our letting agent, necessitating spending time researching and penning a response to apprise them of my feelings. With that done, we headed out for a nice calming walk around the local cemetary (just the other side of the viaduct) and then to the local park.
The latter was more diverting than expected, being not just another nice mature German park, but also containing a Tierpark (small animal zoo)...
Li'l oddies
...and some educational sculptures with explanatory information panels:
I gave passing thought to playing a round on their mini-golf too, as it feels like an omission to have spent this long in Germany and not have had a go on one of these popular amenities, but opted instead to just continue around the perimeter of the park.
...and some educational sculptures with explanatory information panels:
I gave passing thought to playing a round on their mini-golf too, as it feels like an omission to have spent this long in Germany and not have had a go on one of these popular amenities, but opted instead to just continue around the perimeter of the park.
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