Germany and 2020 seem a long way off. This central Deutschland route home presents lots of opportunities to dig a little deeper. Do some groundwork. Lay some firm foundations for our return. Whets our appetites in the process.
Unusually, on arrival at Campingplatz Seeburg we join a queue. A yearly event is in progress. Six tractor-pulled caravans are registering. (That’s not the event) Each year this site is one of many they stop at. With a maximum speed of 25kph we’re glad this is the one and only time we’re caught in their none existent slipstream.
With our current site selections, Burt Lancaster would have been in his element. Though on a much grander ‘country crossing’ scale than he tackled in his 1968 ‘The Swimmer’. Pools with lakes thrown in for good measure offer the perfect foil to the mid to high thirties. We do our best to emulate.
Our last Thursday on the road leads us into the cherry centre of Germany – Witzenhausen and onto Campingplatz Werratal.
Alas, our swimming run ends . . .
The so appropriate metal ‘net’ for our apres-dinner game of table-tennis has us in fits (or maybe it’s the wine). Every-time the ball hits it, it pings! Resonates like the bell atop a fairground “Test Your Strength” attraction. Between us we win a stadium full of Teds.
The bounce remarkably good.
Today we’re sent packing, before we even unpack. Our planned lakeside one-nighter at Baldeneysee cut short. It’s Friday. A sunny week-end due. They’re full. We feel caught short. But not for too long. 6K down river we grab one of the last four places at Knaus Camping Park in Essen-Werden. Walk off the journey. Another beautiful spot we take note of.
