Where's Bertie? He's back at the Stellplatz at Leichlingen, where he spent 4/5 October.
Weather: A few sunny intervals, but mainly overcast, with some showers this afternoon. Milder.
The inaugural parkrun at Kemnader See was a success. Thirty-nine people, plus volunteers, took part, ten of whom were tourists from the parkrun in Bonn. Others had come from Rheinpark, where we ran on Unity Day. With a good smattering of first-ever parkrunners (presumably locals), even without tourists they are a base from which the event can grow.
The quantity of cake looked excessive for the number of people, but I was impressed at how little remained when we left.
Back at Bertie it was decision time: to stay where we were, have lunch at the Chinese next to our car park then run the whole way around the lake tomorrow; to go to Lennep; or to return to Leichlingen.
Staying put was rejected (reluctantly - it looks a lovely route) as Mick's right calf would prefer not to run tomorrow (and certainly not on a route that can't easily be cut short). It was almost a toss up between Lennep and Leichlingen, but Lennep was chosen as we'd not been there before and it was only a 2km detour from the motorway.
The most notable thing in pulling into the town car park in Lennep (in which the motorhome bays are located) was the constant rain of leaves falling from trees. It seems that in the last 24 hours someone has flipped the 'leaves fall' switch, taking us from just vaguely changing colours to a carpet of vibrant leaves.
With Bertie settled into a slot (in amongst trailers, caravans and motorhomes in storage), immediately into town we went, hankering after a lunch out. We came away disappointed in that respect - almost everywhere was closed. I knew that shops are generally closed on Saturday afternoons, but I'd never before noticed that the same applies to eateries.
Our walk around the town, Google Translating information signs as we went (key info: it's known for its cloth-making history and was the home town of the chap who discovered x-rays), showed it to be a picturesque place. So much so that it was like we had walked into an open air museum, or maybe a film set. Every building was prettily slate clad in various patterns, every set of shutters was the same shade of green, and all the streets were cobbled
Spot the complete lack of people. This was at 1315 on a Saturday.
We could have spent the night in Lennep, but having already seen the town it seemed advantageous to continue the half hour for a return to Leichlingen. I've got an easy (logistically so; actually quite hilly) running route that I already know here, and Mick has been able to get a pizza for tea (consolation prize for not getting lunch out), plus it positions us well to be able to do one final load of laundry on our way back to the motorway tomorrow* (a load of laundry that we probably wouldn't need to do if I hadn't forgotten to wash some things two weeks ago).
Weather: A few sunny intervals, but mainly overcast, with some showers this afternoon. Milder.
The inaugural parkrun at Kemnader See was a success. Thirty-nine people, plus volunteers, took part, ten of whom were tourists from the parkrun in Bonn. Others had come from Rheinpark, where we ran on Unity Day. With a good smattering of first-ever parkrunners (presumably locals), even without tourists they are a base from which the event can grow.
Back at Bertie it was decision time: to stay where we were, have lunch at the Chinese next to our car park then run the whole way around the lake tomorrow; to go to Lennep; or to return to Leichlingen.
Staying put was rejected (reluctantly - it looks a lovely route) as Mick's right calf would prefer not to run tomorrow (and certainly not on a route that can't easily be cut short). It was almost a toss up between Lennep and Leichlingen, but Lennep was chosen as we'd not been there before and it was only a 2km detour from the motorway.
The most notable thing in pulling into the town car park in Lennep (in which the motorhome bays are located) was the constant rain of leaves falling from trees. It seems that in the last 24 hours someone has flipped the 'leaves fall' switch, taking us from just vaguely changing colours to a carpet of vibrant leaves.
With Bertie settled into a slot (in amongst trailers, caravans and motorhomes in storage), immediately into town we went, hankering after a lunch out. We came away disappointed in that respect - almost everywhere was closed. I knew that shops are generally closed on Saturday afternoons, but I'd never before noticed that the same applies to eateries.
Our walk around the town, Google Translating information signs as we went (key info: it's known for its cloth-making history and was the home town of the chap who discovered x-rays), showed it to be a picturesque place. So much so that it was like we had walked into an open air museum, or maybe a film set. Every building was prettily slate clad in various patterns, every set of shutters was the same shade of green, and all the streets were cobbled
We could have spent the night in Lennep, but having already seen the town it seemed advantageous to continue the half hour for a return to Leichlingen. I've got an easy (logistically so; actually quite hilly) running route that I already know here, and Mick has been able to get a pizza for tea (consolation prize for not getting lunch out), plus it positions us well to be able to do one final load of laundry on our way back to the motorway tomorrow* (a load of laundry that we probably wouldn't need to do if I hadn't forgotten to wash some things two weeks ago).
NOT Fountain of the Day. I can't give that status to one so factually incorrect.
(*Hopefully. I'm wondering if the laundrette's going to be too busy on a Sunday.)
(*Hopefully. I'm wondering if the laundrette's going to be too busy on a Sunday.)
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