The day started with the necessity to change our sheets, as we are over half-way through the holiday and three weeks is really too long to use the same sheets and towels. It is not easy in a confined space, but we managed in the end.
We had decided that we would go for a swim, as we were parked up by an open-air pool, and this we duly did. It was lovely, and excellent value for money - there is a huge park with loads of chairs and tables and sun-loungers and so on; one could easily bring a picnic and stay all day, and you could see a lot of people were planning to do just that, this summer Sunday.
I was shocked to find I could barely swim! Oh, my body knew what to do and I was in no danger of drowning - I'm fat enough that floating is really easy - but I did seem to be flailing rather and not getting anywhere! I worked out afterwards that the last time I went for an actual swim, rather than helping a grandson, must have been on Minerva in 2012!
We enjoyed our swim but, sadly, found that the showers were either locked out of use or you needed a token to open the door. And I had been so looking forward to a proper hair-wash! Ah well. So I had a quick one in the motor home, and then when we were both dressed and the place was ready, we headed on.
The Achensee! One of the loveliest Austrian lakes and the setting, of course, for the earliest (and arguably the best) of Elinor M Brent-Dyer's Chalet School books. It was a lovely drive, too, via Bad Tolz and then down the Achenpass into Austria. The camp site is very nice, we are parked right by the lake, although it is mostly reed beds just here, with a view over to Seespitz and the little train.
I did very little the rest of the day, and had an early night, but the Swan Whisperer has scouted the lie of the land and found where we get buses to Pertisau, etc. He has gone out for his run, so I must get up....