there was just time to have a beer and a shower before another communal meal, this time in the Kalogria Beach Hotel. And more farewells and promises to meet again, for although many of us don't leave until Sunday, others are leaving today.
30 June 2018
Stoupa Reunion, 29 June
there was just time to have a beer and a shower before another communal meal, this time in the Kalogria Beach Hotel. And more farewells and promises to meet again, for although many of us don't leave until Sunday, others are leaving today.
29 June 2018
Stoupa Reunion, 28 June
27 June 2018
Stoupa Reunion, 27 June
26 June 2018
Stoupa Reunion, 26 June
25 June 2018
Stoupa Reunion, 25 June
24 June 2018
Stoupa Reunion, 24 June
22 June 2018
The Rounders Match
My brother had said that the afternoon's matches were due to start at 1:30, and it was not much past that when the cavalcade arrived, the wheelchair rolled down the slope, and we joined my brother and his wife and the other assorted parents to watch the match.
The school is in a wonderful setting, nestled into the Downs, very beautiful and probably totally lost on the children! This was the finals of some kind of tournament, and the school had already lost one match that morning, so were in the playoff for the Bronze medal.
When we arrived, the match was just starting, and the visiting school was batting. My brother was explaining the rules to my parents, and exactly why the girl in question had or had not run. It is well over half a century since I last played rounders, and I was glad to be reminded of the rules. I'm always impressed how anybody manages to hit that very hard ball with such a narrow bat (for American readers, about the same size and weight as a baseball ball and bat); I never could.
Visiting school was finally out for 4 1/2 rounders, and then Our School went into bat. The niece didn't particularly cover herself with glory, but played competently enough. The last girl left in, though, managed to score three rounders single-handed, to massive cheers from her cohorts and the assembled parents, and the half-time score was 9-4.5.
After a break for drinks and reapplying of suncream (both unheard of during matches when I was a girl - you got a segment of orange to suck if you were lucky, as it was thought that if you drank during exertion you would feel sick, and the importance of proper hydration hadn't yet been realised; as for sunscreen, I don't think it had even been invented!), it was time for the second innings. All was going well when, just at the end, disaster struck - there was a serious collision which resulted in a girl on our side's being hit very hard on the back of her head with a bat. The poor child who had done it trotted over to apologise profusely - it had been a total accident, everybody agreed on that - but the child was out of the match, and the substitute had already been substituted once as she had a strained and obviously painful leg. The team was badly shaken by this, and although they vowed to go and win it "for her", they couldn't get past it, and, sadly, it was all over very quickly with only 2 or 3 of the 8 rounders they had needed to win being scored. Great was the disappointment, and a fair few tears were shed - adrenaline crash, mostly, I suspect. I know the feeling all too well.
But, despite the disappointing result, it was an enjoyable way to spend a warm summer afternoon.
Photo: Maggie Wright
02 June 2018
Living History weekend at the Weald and Downland Museum
We bought ourselves a venison burger for lunch (judging by the state of my insides this evening, this may have been a mistake), and then wandered off to see what we could see. It was basically Re-enactor Heaven, including jousting, demonstrations of weapons from the Mediaeval period, and a great many crafts people, some of whom were better at talking about their work than others. There was a fascinating man who made nets - I am not sure what period he was supposed to be, and didn't quite like to ask - and another woman who demonstrated 15th century food.
We ended up watching "Sir John Paston" have his dinner - ridiculously over-formal for Paston, who was, after all, only a jumped-up merchant. Plus the squires were far too old - they would have been boys and young men not quite old enough to be knights. But it gave a good impression of what it might have been like, although I think the women did eat with the men, at least at the high table, and there would have been lower tables where his people would have eaten.
Once that was over, it was almost the end of the afternoon, so we treated ourselves to an ice-cream and then the Swan Whisperer went to get the car, and we drove back to London via the A285 and A3, enjoying the sight of cricket matches on the village greens we passed - proper white flannels, not the pyjamas that international cricketers seem to wear these days!
01 June 2018
Beer and Castles Tour, The End
Anyway, once that was done, we finished packing up and went to the check-in at the terminal, rather hoping for an earlier crossing, but we have never seen so many motor homes waiting to cross, so no chance of that. There were 4 crossings that hour, though, so we didn't have to wait - they said our crossing had been "rescheduled" by 15 minutes, but in fact it did actually set off on time.
And then a long, slow drive up the M20 and across London, until we finally got home. And then the endless hard work in unpacking the van and putting things away, but it got done at last. And look - after five years, we nearly have a garden again:
31 May 2018
Beer and Castles Route, 31 May
30 May 2018
Beer and Castles Route, 30 May
29 May 2018
Beer and Castles Route, 29 May
28 May 2018
Beer and Castles Route, 28 May
It was going to be a hot morning, so when the Swan Whisperer went for his run, I walked up to the Netto supermarket to do the day's shopping before breakfast. Of course he got back before I did and didn't have a key, so texted to find out where I was and then arrived to demand to borrow my key just as I was trying to pack and pay. So I made him walk back with me to cool down.
We had breakfast outside, and then headed on, only to find that the car wash place where you were supposed to pay and there were services had closed down, so we got our night for free.
We made a wrong turning, not believing the Sat-nav when it said that this very minor road was the B85, but we backtracked when we realised we were wrong and followed it around some serious hairpin bends until it ended at a town called Berka. And so we have travelled most of it (barring the odd detour) all the way from Passau!
So now along the A38 to Göttingen. We had originally planned to go to Fritzlar, but changed our minds. We are parked in an aire in the car park of a spa complex, with services, etc. The SW went in to see the town but said it wasn't very pretty.
It is very hot, and I think it will storm soon. We ate supper outside, but I don't think we'll leave the chairs and picnic table out tonight, nor have the skylights open!
27 May 2018
Beer and Castles Route, 27 May
26 May 2018
Beer and Castles Route, 26 May
25 May 2018
Beer and Castles Route, 25 May
The Swan Whisperer went for rather a longer run than he meant this morning as he thought he was heading up the hill to the Plassenburg castle, but missed his path. Oh well, no harm done this time....
After breakfast we walked up to the museum. It was in fact three museums in one - a museum of brewing, one of baking and one of herbs and spices. The woman on the ticket desk said she wouldn't recommend we did all three in one morning, so we just bought tickets for the bakery and the herbs and spices one. The brewing museum was said to be as big as the other two put together, so I'm glad we didn't try to tackle it.
One of the disadvantages of being officially old is that you already know an awful lot of the stuff in museums, and there wasn't much about milling flour and baking bread that we hadn't already come across before. An interesting history's section, though, going from the Egyptians to the Romans, then to the middle ages and early modern period, with some interesting information on the legislation in the various city-states that comprised Germany until very recently.
Then on into the herb and spice museum which began with a trip along the Silk Road, bringing exotic spices to Europe, and where they went by sea (and the kinds of vessels their were transported in), and a but about the land route north of Venice. Then some descriptions of the various herbs and spices in everyday use and a history of their use in cookery and medicine. All very interesting, but I was tired. Our entry fee entitled us to some bread to eat on the spot and a sachet of herbs, rather nice. I believe if you'd been to the brewing museum you got a small glass of beer.
We walked back to the motor home and then on to a local bakery to see if they did the sausage in bread that this area is famous for, which they didn't and we felt bad for disturbing her lunch, but she told us where we could find them in the town, which we duly did and ate them (and very delicious they were, too). Then we bought a few bottles of the local brews, and it was time to say farewell to Kulmbach.
Our afternoon drive first went up to Weißenbrunn, where we saw a famous fountain, the Jungfergettl Brunnen, which is a fertility figure with water pouring out of her boobs. Then to Kronach, where we caught a glimpse of the Festung Rosenberger, and so to Mitwitz, where we would have liked to have seen the Wasserschloss, but when we got to the car park an officious official told us we couldn't park there - although why not just for half an hour - and insisted we move on, despite our pretending not to understand.
Then we decided to leave the route for a détour to Coburg, where we saw the castle that Queen Victoria called her second home, and I think a glimpse of the one where Martin Luther translated the Bible into German. But again, parking was difficult, and I was incredulity thirsty, for some reason, so we drove on a little way to Neustadt bei Coburg, where there is a very nice aire, like the ones we have spent the past few nights at - free, but you pay for electricity and water if you want them.
24 May 2018
Beer and Castles Route, 24 May
23 May 2018
Beer and Castles Route, 23 May
22 May 2018
Beer and Castles Route, 22 May
21 May 2018
Beer and Castles Route, 21 May
20 May 2018
Oberstdorf Plus, 20 May
19 May 2018
Oberstdorf Plus, 19 May
18 May 2018
Oberstdorf Plus, 18 May
The sun was shining this morning, and I could see mountains I hadn't seen all week! It was very cold until the sun rose, though, whereupon it was difficult to get out of bed as it was so lovely in there with the sun shining in!
The Swan Whisperer and I walked down into the village as I thought he might find a pair of trainers he would like in the cheap sports shop there, and eventually he did. There were some sandals there I rather coveted, too, but, alas, not in my size. Good thing, really, as I didn't really need them. He then went off back to skate on the public session, and I went to Müller and to Woolworth's to buy some more "tossies" for people as I was running out of soap, bd then caught the bus back to the motor home via Norma for orange juice and mushrooms.
Then to the rink to watch various friends skate, including a very long Silver Ladies II (why can't one's friends all be drawn in the same group?), during which I may have fallen asleep. The SW had gone out for a walk with friends.
Finally back to the motor home for dinner and now the SW has gone back to the rink to watch the pairs, and I've gone to bed, as I'm cold!
17 May 2018
Oberstdorf Plus, 17 May
There was not a lot I wanted to see this morning so did a load of washing and went into Oberstdorf to ťry to buy a new rücksack, successfully. Then back for lunch but the washing wasn't dry and we couldn't get any more tokens until later. I had a nap, then cooked a frittata to take down to the rink to eat while watching the Bronze and Silver pattern dances. After which I began fading fast, so we went back to the motor home and had ice cream and a cup of tea before a slightly earlier bed than usual!
16 May 2018
Oberstdorf Plus, 16 May
I knew when I went to bed last night that I was going to have trouble getting up, and indeed I woke with a splitting headache (no, I had had precisely one Apérol Spritz) and after we had used the services I went back to sleep again for a couple of hours . So we didn't get to the rink until the early afternoon, but in time to watch the Bronze, Silver, Gold and Masters Ladies III classes. These are basically women in their 50s (I think the age category is actually 48-58) and even within each class (except perhaps the Masters) the skill levels are very different.
We popped out for a quick bite to eat in the restaurant during a section of skaters we don't know, but otherwise more or less stayed put. Three days down, three to go!
15 May 2018
Oberstdorf Plus, 15 May
14 May 2018
Oberstdorf Plus, 14 May
13 May 2018
Oberstdorf Plus, 13 May
12 May 2018
Oberstdorf Plus, 12 May
11 May 2018
Oberstdorf Plus, 11 May
10 May 2018
Oberstdorf Plus. 10 May
07 May 2018
Bread and Beer festival
The gardens were rammed when we arrived! The main bread stall, the Old Post Office Bakery, was totally sold out and deserted, and there were very long queues for beer stalls (not surprised - it was hot!). There was a van from a local coffee shop, but that was not so popular. The Friends of Windmill Gardens had a colourful stall, too.
Any maypole dancing was obviously over when we arrived.
but the Morris Dancing was still going on very happily:
There was also a sound stage, and you could queue to go inside the Windmill itself, but we didn't do that. We did, however, spend some time reading posters about the history of the mill.
It's not the first time, obviously, that we have visited it - I think it closed to the public in 1990, but we certainly visited it on an Open Day before then, when the Daughter was little. It's good that there is still a working mill in Brixton, even though the flour is now ground by electricity rather than wind power - it hasn't done that for a very long time. The sails do turn, but are in poor condition and need to be repaired, which I think is the next thing the Friends are hoping to do.
We were surprised by the crowds - not the numbers, that was not surprising on a lovely day. But the demographic was primarily white, middle-class young families; more Walthamstow than Brixton! Whether the demographic has changed this much without our noticing, or whether people came from further afield and local people didn't bother, we didn't see anybody we knew. But it was a pleasant interlude in a busy day!
04 April 2018
South of France, 4 April 2018
Next time we're off will be to Oberstdorf in May, and we have not yet decided what we will do after that.