The first few days of this holiday are always one long, long drive to get us there, and today was no exception.
We started off with a walk, however, around the open-air area around the museum, including the slag heap, which was interesting as it showed how nature was recolonising it gradually.
Before heading off properly, we stopped at a supermarket for rolls for lunch and one or two other things, including a cake for supper pudding. But I forgot to buy eggs.
The Swan Whisperer decided he would stop to buy diesel by the Moselle, more or less en route, and we would probably find a place to stop for lunch. And, indeed, we found a lovely motorhome aire just by the river, and had just settled down with our bacon and avocado rolls when the people who belonged to the caravan behind arrived and made it clear that we were to move so they could move their caravan. Which they ought not to have parked there in the first place, as a caravan is so not a motor home. And then, to add insult to injury, I dropped my second roll!
So that was lunch ruined, although partially redeemed by both ice-cream and strawberries for pudding!
And then we drove on and arrived in Mannheim at about 16:30, in time to have a cup of tea and a rest before our niece arrived, and to follow the end of the day's stage of the Giro on the app I have installed for the purpose.
We had a lovely evening with the niece, including a long three-way conversation with the SW's brother, who is on his first Continental motorhome holiday and loving it! He has yet to venture this far, but I bet he will one day. The niece very kindly gave us some eggs, which we swapped for half a jar of Marmite!
And tomorrow the last long leg south to Oberstdorf and the competition.
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