Here are my lovely slippers!!!!
Phil cycled off to Neumagen, while I had a last walk (hopefully just for this holiday) down to the edge of the Vineyards.
Got a little bit worried at one point as two dogs – huge dogs with slavering jaws and sharp teeth – bounded up barking – with no owner in sight. I tried bravely to ignore them, all the while imagining that only my bones would be found in the undergrowth. Luckily they were distracted by a small child or rabbit or something.
Last view of the deer – then drove to Neumagen. Parked up under a parking sign which I hoped I understood to mean free parking.
Carving of what Phil would like his home life to be like.
I had to wait a while for Phil to turn up – I ‘think’ I was glad to see him!
We spent a while looking for this arch before realising it was a computer reconstruction – damn newfangled ideas.
There were a couple of doors with these chalk messages on them – any ideas? We drove off after a quick wander – to drive down the Moselle valley before heading for Brussels.
Drove through some lovely little villages.
We stopped in a town for a drink and have totally forgotten what it was called!
Bliss – beer and a cat. The cat was seriously friendly – but its fur was matted together – it looked really neglected.
I like the tiles!
By the time we got to Brussels it was dark and, despite Phil arguing every turn with the Satnav,without it we would have taken much longer – especially as I cannot mapread if I am moving over 2 mph.
We were staying at a Great Western – even further on the outskirts of Brussels than we have stayed before. The first room we were given stank of smoke, so went down and asked for another, but they said they were full up apart from a suite. They offered it us for extra – which we took. Still not superwhizz, but not bad. Had a drink in the bar and finished the food we had brought from Germany, ready for a gastronomic tour of Brussels the next day!
Guess who did all the driving – bless.
We set off past the deer park again – this time seeing the boss. Usual way along to the vineyards – here is another view of how seriously steep they are.
The first part of the walk was through the vineyards, but then it got steeper ..
This was a little platform with a seat on it – rather precariously perched above a very steep drop.
We did go a little way inside – but there may have been bears..
We stopped for lunch on an even more precarious seat – next to this well camouflaged lizard.
Yes, steep is the word of the day. Here is a picture of an angry bottom ploughing upwards.
Front view of woman who Does Not Like Heights.
But finally we reached the top – and look at that view!
Well, two things were forbidden – but have no idea what. Obviously the bottom one wasn’t allowing you to have sport with Kate Moss, but I can only wonder what a flugplatz is. (Yes, I know I could google – but it wouldn’t be as much fun!)
Good striding country – none of that ridiculous steepness.
Until we had to go down to the valley – but it was a good proper tarmac road all the way! Hooray!!
This obviously wasn’t the open village – although it meandered into one which had a cafe open – where we gladly collapsed for a beer. Still no beerkellers in sight – and not one man in leiderhosen slapping his thighs. Ah, well.
Had to post this as it proved that people did die prior to 1990 – a row of war graves.
Neumagen – it was Open!! Well, bits of it were.
Isn’t she smug?
Neumagen used to be Roman – and they left lots of stuff behind.
I want a chicken like this!
This chapel – all peaceful and lit by sunlight- is here because after some massacre further up stream – this was where the river stopped being bloodstained.
A proper bike path – Kent County Council – please take note. In fact, all of England take note.
We stopped to watch the sun go down in the hotel we had passed nearly everyday – we sat out on the patio – much to the concern of the waitress. She couldn’t speak much, if any, English, and kept patting her ample backside and saying “Kissen”
Luckily Phil realised that it was German for cushion before taking any action.
The downside of watching the sun set is having to walk back in the dark through dense, rustling forest.
We woke up to glorious sunshine again – but this time the valley was full of mist. We went up to the deer park and then walked into the woods for a while
– saw spider webs full of dew and heard two hawks talking to each other.
We came back and had breakfast, and then set out for Trier. We found somewhere to park just outside the city itself – see the car?We walked into town over the river – obviously using the bridge – and went and made fools of ourselves in a bike shop by asking about an electric bike – not realising that it was electric. It is a lovely town – with glimpses into courtyards, and open squares.Not to mention interestingly named biscuits.
Coming from England, where all the Roman remains are small walls – this was gobsmacking. Three stories!
We will not mention the attributes of the pig in this sculpture – but they certainly stood out.We spent a lot of time down backstreets looking for this church -in which was supposed to be buried one of the apostles- and wondered why it was sealed and barred when it featured so importantly in the guide book.
After a lot of tutting and folded arms and dissing of the Germans – we discovered it wasn’t actually the church we were looking for. Duh. (and – yippee! – not my mapreading or guidebook reading!!)
Fantastic halo around the sun, which we wouldnt have seen if we had gone to the right place!
I would quite like this sculpture in my porch – would be good to hang coats on.
We never did find the church we were looking for earlier – but this one was wonderful. The guidebook and boards around the church weren’t quite clear as to whether this was an original Roman building – or whether it was like a ‘600 year old broom with only five new handles and three new heads’
Picture of a happy man – and a carving of another one! Although possibly not quite as happy as he is dead.
We climbed up the hill at the side of the city – and looked down on the amphitheatre – also shut. It is a good way of saving money to be late setting out! In the Summer they have gladiators – although I bet it is only pretend.
Very, very steep hill – covered with vines – and fantastic views from the top. Saw one or two lottery win houses on the way down.
Not sure if this was a turret or an obese chimney – but loved the sculpture on top of it – there were tiny birds on the metal work.
Strange how the sky one way is pink – and further into town still looks like daytime – this was a wonderful building.
And I bought wool!
We were going to go into Trier today but the weather was so glorious that we went for another walk instead. We set off to go to Heidenburg but changed our minds on the way as the Moselle valley looked so good in the sunshine. Then we took the wrong path above the Moselle and ended up at a dead end. We saw our first butterfly of the spring on the way back so the walk wasn’t entirely wasted. Rather than retrace our steps a level down the vineyard we changed our minds again and set off back for Heidenburg. The way to the path wasn’t very clear, but we found it and headed straight down hill
On the way there was a very helpful sign for people who didn’t know what this was.
Near the stream at the bottom there was another small chapel and a house with thousands of snowdrops around it.It was a very steep climb out of the valley
up to the road into Heidenburg –
and just as we got to the road my phone rang – by the time we got it out of the rucksack it had stopped – we didn’t recognise the number – only that it was a Tonbridge one. So we spent the next 15 minutes trying to remember the code for England, thinking that the house had burnt down – or there had been an accident -to find that it was a call from West Kent College. Couldn’t get through to Jake – so phoned Dan – Jake had left his mobile in college. Sigh of relief.
Heidelburg was also shut – had a lovely fountain in the village centre
– which wasn’t working either.There was a notice board which had a map showing the walking trails in the area which had more paths on it than the map we had – and we saw one that promised to be a short cut.
We sat for lunch just outside the village – which obviously erased all memory of which path we should take as we soon found ourselves going in totally the wrong direction. Luckily Phil is brilliant at finding his way and we ploughed our way down a path which didn’t look as if it had been used for several years. This brought us out onto a signed path, which led alongside the river – really beautiful. There was no signed path on the way back up to the holiday park – at first it was very clear but after a while it petered out completely and we ended up blundering steeply up through leaves until we got to the top.
Absolutely worn out – fell asleep in the middle of Blithe Spirit. 26598 steps.