Asleep in the Hay
Not quite yet – bedtime stories first and getting used to not wriggling too much or getting prickled or tickled by the hay!
Not quite yet – bedtime stories first and getting used to not wriggling too much or getting prickled or tickled by the hay!
Mud and stone bombs and swimming in The Hörsel – would you believe that an hour later we witnessed trees falling in a freak storm.
Or not in the case of this little blue butterfly – who hitched a lift with Mama.
Two tunnels – the first: the wild variety made of trees and the second: a manmade station tunnel.
Breakfast at our camping spot by the lake and some boating activities to cool off after the killer hill yesterday.
This time on horrendous loose stones or cobbles towards the “Hohe Sonne” (high sun) – the name of the hill!
The energy keeps flowing – how do you get four boys to stand in line for a photo? With a hat throwing competition on the Wartburg.
After a year of being home we’re off on a tour of Eastern Germany. This time we decided to keep it within our own country but have six bikes with us. Moses and Caspar are pedaling full time and Turis and Herbie also get some runs out.
Here we are – very happy – in the bike carriage on the train to Eisenach having pulled off a couple of manic changes – one seven minute platform change and one no lift scenario…