D a y t h r e e.
Slowing down.
Well this may not be where we wanted to be, but the middle Rhine, (between Koblenz and Bingen) was awarded World Cultural Heritage status by UNESCO.
Not a bad place to be stranded then.
The three of us headed up the side of the steep, wooded, valley and were rewarded (apart from thumping hearts and pink faces) by great views of a ruined old pile and the mighty Rhine,
Sankt Goar is a very pretty, small village with a Rhine crossing just like the Gosport ferry, only with cars. Tourist shops with embroidered waistcoats, stuffed bears and highly decorated beer steins. A whole shop filled with cuckoo clocks and lots of restaurants.
We found one that let dogs in and Molly settled demurely at our feet while we tucked into a delicious late lunch.
Then a somewhat slower meander back to camp followed by an early night.
D a y f o u r.
The wisdom of the biscuit tin.
Decided against the planned boat trip up the Rhine. 2 hours afloat each way would be no fun for our girl.
Andy was determined to sort out the inside of our new home from home. He was thoroughly fed up of it looking like we had been the victims of a very messy burglary. Off he went like a demented windmill, cushions flying left and right, food, clothes and crockery flying from one tiny cupboard to another like a demented Mary Poppins.
Molly and I dived under the duvet for cover and wondered how we ever got here in the first place.
I was saved from terminal decline by the sudden vivid memory of my mams old biscuit tin. A big square old thing decorated with embroidered words of wisdom on each side.
“ Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep”.
“ I oft have herd defended, least said is soonest mended”.
“ Patience is a virtue, find it where you can, seldom in a woman, never in a man”and so on, you get the gist. I’m not sure if “ more haste less speed” was on there but it should have been. If we had taken a more leisurely pace on our journey we would all (car, carawang and us) be in much better condition than we are at the moment. Ah well, tomorrow is another day.
Slowing down.
Well this may not be where we wanted to be, but the middle Rhine, (between Koblenz and Bingen) was awarded World Cultural Heritage status by UNESCO.
Not a bad place to be stranded then.
The three of us headed up the side of the steep, wooded, valley and were rewarded (apart from thumping hearts and pink faces) by great views of a ruined old pile and the mighty Rhine,
Sankt Goar is a very pretty, small village with a Rhine crossing just like the Gosport ferry, only with cars. Tourist shops with embroidered waistcoats, stuffed bears and highly decorated beer steins. A whole shop filled with cuckoo clocks and lots of restaurants.
We found one that let dogs in and Molly settled demurely at our feet while we tucked into a delicious late lunch.
Then a somewhat slower meander back to camp followed by an early night.
D a y f o u r.
The wisdom of the biscuit tin.
Decided against the planned boat trip up the Rhine. 2 hours afloat each way would be no fun for our girl.
Andy was determined to sort out the inside of our new home from home. He was thoroughly fed up of it looking like we had been the victims of a very messy burglary. Off he went like a demented windmill, cushions flying left and right, food, clothes and crockery flying from one tiny cupboard to another like a demented Mary Poppins.
Molly and I dived under the duvet for cover and wondered how we ever got here in the first place.
I was saved from terminal decline by the sudden vivid memory of my mams old biscuit tin. A big square old thing decorated with embroidered words of wisdom on each side.
“ Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep”.
“ I oft have herd defended, least said is soonest mended”.
“ Patience is a virtue, find it where you can, seldom in a woman, never in a man”and so on, you get the gist. I’m not sure if “ more haste less speed” was on there but it should have been. If we had taken a more leisurely pace on our journey we would all (car, carawang and us) be in much better condition than we are at the moment. Ah well, tomorrow is another day.
Poor Andy and Rob - sending you lots of warm hugs and postive thoughts......just think its all the crappy bad luck out of the way now.... Fi x
ReplyDeletefee sweeney here, am just loving it, think you should turn your blog in2 a book, sorry about your woes, just think you are so patient ,
ReplyDeletebig hugs,
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