After running the Museum of Witchcraft in Boscastle, Cornwall for 17 years, Graham King, his partner Kerriann Godwin, and their Chihuahua Yorkie cross Hugo are spending their retirement traveling around Europe in their beloved Hymer 508 motorhome, 'Dickie'.
The beaches along the south west coast of Denmark were
absolutely jammed with people so we made the decision to head back to Germany.
Mr Fluffy noticed a small green dot on the Bord Atlas marking a stellplatz in
Leck so we put in the coordinates and pootled off.
Leek started well and continued to get better. The sat nav
tried to get us to go down a slim pedestrian route to the stell[platz which Graham
thought would be fine. (Why do men always think they can get large objects into
small gaps?) I, on the other hand, was more cautious and jumped out to check
out the situation. Two lovely German people on bikes immediately offered to
help and cheerily pointed us in the right direction, a parking place right
behind the area where a Schlager-nacht (popular music festival) was happening.
Graham hoped it was an oompah/folk music event while I was
more of the opinion it would be a rave, going by the signs which said rucksacks
would be checked for alcohol etc (at least that’s what I think they said). On
arrival at 1900 we discovered we were both wrong and an evening of seventies
music, deejayed by a chap in a dodgy wig and even dodgier seethrough white
linen trousers, lay ahead. Amusingly, as the deejay excitedly kicked the
evening off, he wandered towards the audience with his radio mike. The first
person he spoke to was Mr Fluffy, chatting on loudly in German with Graham
looking ever more confused until Mr Dodgy Wig thrust the mike at Graham’s mouth
and he finally got the chance to announce to the ever-growing crowd: ‘I’m
English and can’t understand anything you have been saying’.
Luckily Mr DW could speak English and merrily continued
talking to an ever-reddening Graham, asking questions and urging the amused
crowd to cheer loudly.
I popped off to the bar and on my return found a chap
sitting with Graham, talking animatedly and smiling broadly. Ian turned out to
be an Australian living in the area with his German wife Dorothea and they both
joined us for the evening along with their neighbour Christian. We’re off to their
house this afternoon for a visit.
Ian, Dorothea and Christian
A great night was had by all until I tried to go to the loo
later in the evening and was told I was ‘verboten’ with an arm outstretched
before me and a stream of German presumably telling the line of women that I was
not welcome. Asking if someone could translate I learned that I had not put a
coin in the metal tin marked ‘danke’ on my previous visit so was not allowed in
again. I found it most amusing as I was unaware of the need to pat for a pee,
as it were, and she looked extremely funny blocking my way in. I shall look out
for ‘danke’ tins in the future.