A treble clef mnemonic made pop-world famous in 1971 by the legendary Moody Blues. Of course, any Boy Scout, during the also legendary ‘bob-a-job’ week, would put a different value on that phrase.
Window cleaning; grass cutting; car washing; dog walking; dish washing; hoovering; rubbish clearing ; grocery shopping; boot polishing. The more jobs the better. Come the end of the week you’d hope to be your patrol’s top-bob collector.
Day 52 – We end the day at Terrassen Camping and its spectacular viewpoint. Towering above Lake Julsø. West of Aarhus and supposedly the highest camp ground in Denmark. It’s as far north in Denmark we dare venture. From here on in it’s all downhill and a long way from home.
Earlier in the day during our lunchtime services break, Lars approaches. His Land Rover refuses to start. In his younger days he must have been in the Scouts. He’s prepared. He carries with him an extremely long set of jump-leads. Can you help?
With Beastie’s battery tucked underneath the passenger seat it’s not a straight forward attachment. Under the bonnet, there’s a designated positive terminal. But no negative.
As a thank you, Lars offers Mr S a couple of cans of Guinness. [Mr C knows only too well Mr S never drinks Guinness !] A few minutes later his wife Else appears with a much more palatable alternative.
Day 53 – is a simple squirt down the E45 to Kruså Camping. Since Day 6, Mrs S has had her mind set on a re-visit to the Moravian township of Christiansfeld. It’s on the way. Planning genius at work by Mr S obviously.
Mrs S wants to add to our home gallery of Christmas lightings – these look just perfect. Still used today throughout the worldwide Moravian Church as a symbol of Advent.
Day 54 – Our official final day of rest. Although typically, it’s just an excuse to pause from travel. With the temperature in the high twenties, no wind and possibly the last really good day, it’s a no brainer.
So for today’s starter for ten – Mr S plots a ninety minute walking loop.
Followed by forty- five minutes of indoor table tennis. Followed by a competitive round of mini-golf [Mrs S ‘Eagles’ the final hole to snatch the winner’s cup out of the grasping hands of Mr S.]
Mr S goes and drowns his sorrows with a swim. Meanwhile, Mrs S celebrates by cooking dinner ☺️