Next stop Luxembourg

Our last night in Germany and the rain hammered on the roof, the lightning flashed and the thunder crashed. Packing up tomorrow is going to be easy as we have taken the canopy down, packed the aqua roll and wastemaster away ahead of the storm.

11am we’ve said our goodbyes to our neighbours, during the 6 nights we were there we met some really lovely people.

Rain clouds hang heavy in the skies in the distance, we hunker down and aim for a parkingplatz about an hour down the road to devour some lunch, kill a bit of time before our 2pm arrival time and hopefully have one last elevated view of the Moselle from the Hochmoselbrücke.

We just about managed to dodge the rain, once again it hammered it down whilst we sat snug in the van, feet up chomping on a baguette.

Back on the road and the rain slackens off. A rather small sign at the side of the road welcomes us to Luxembourg, a first for us, we’ve never been before.

After driving through a series of tunnels we emerge into bright sunshine and dry roads. Luxembourg is looking good.

The Boss has found us a rather nice site on the banks of the river Sûre. Camping Gritt Once again we get lucky and manage to get a riverside pitch. Admiring the muddy bog that is going to be our home for the next few days we motor move the van this way and that in an attempt at avoiding stepping out into the swamp created by the previous inhabitants. We are a little nearer the road than other vans but at least we now have grass to step out onto.

After a leisurely set up, we wander out on the tandem for a bit of a nosey at our local surroundings, we must be close to a farm, cows, I can smell them. Possibly my favourite smell, cow dung with tarmac coming a close second. I have a feeling I’m going to like this site.

We’re just going for a pootle so I don’t bother with cycling padding, 19 miles later I wish I had.

We sail past dandelion clocks and wheat made out of glass bottles.

Memorials to the Second World War appear along the cycle path ending up at a very unassuming German cemetery were the average age was just 20 with some as young as 16. A generation cruelly taken away.

Just like our stay in the Moselle valley where all our cycling was done on designated paths, Luxembourg is looking very similar.

Back at the van in time for a cuppa before bed. Once again WiFi is hit and miss and 5G seems to please itself as to whether it’s going to work.

Whilst the kettle boils I pop along to the toilet block to check it out. The showers are just like you would have at home, stepping out into a communal area to get dried and dressed. I’m traumatised, I’ve never seen as many Minnie’s in my life. There is one shower cubicle that I’m willing to use in the morning, if I can’t get it then for my time here I’m either going to stink or have to empty the caravan shower of all the stuff I’m storing it in because there no way I’m drying my Minnie in public.

Liquorice tea drunk, I fall into bed and proceed to have nightmares about showering here.