Day 3 – We knew we’d forgotten to pack something . . .

It’s so easy to live in the future sometimes. Especially when the present is not as it should be and change is yearned for. When what seems like an interminable set of circumstances start to grind you down. Your mind fast-forwards. Desperate to shake off the heavy coat of pessimism. Imagines a softer, less harsh time. One where peace and tranquility abide.

Our minds are fast-forwarding. Set on the welcoming warmth further south and east. Focused on reaching that sunshine just as soon as we can. Winter back home has felt never-ending. However, the weatherman has other ideas.

Today we cross over into Germany. Heading for our one-nighter at Hohencamping, Langenbrand. A do-able 280K. With no autobahn charges, we break our own rule. Beastie’s no slouch on the motorway, but an Exocet he’s not, despite taking the quickest and most direct route.

The motorway services over here are like elaborate parking lots for the thousands and thousands of container trucks that ply the Shengen routes 24/7. Crammed in like huge sardines, their massive tin bodies create dirty coloured static shoals. Parked alongside, Beastie feels and looks like a minnow.

En-route – Mrs S tries to stay snug as a bug at our lunch time stop.

On site, our pre-dinner appetiser is a forty minute ping-pong session.

6.45pm – We never forget to pack our TT bats.
7pm – Looking down to Beastie’s sunny evening spot from the TT room.
8.30pm – Picture postcard view from Beastie’s hab door.
Knew I should’ve packed those snow shoes . . .
11pm – Beastie feeling the chill – thinks it’s all over . . . ?

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