The Beard Song

No, I have never heard of it either but is is a song...by the Bandettes whoever they are.

It seems that the primary requirements for cycling in Germany are a bike and magnificent facial fungus.  Of the two the bike appears to rank second.  At the very least you should sport a dodgy 1970's porn star moustache but, ideally, a full beard.  If this is grey then so much the better.  We spend our days nodding at off-duty Father Christmases as we ride up the cycle paths.

Last night we sought out a magnificent mixed grill, served by a waiter who clearly wasn't entirely happy with how his career was turning out, then retired to the camp bar for a nightcap. Today was a peasy 63....pan flat but up the Rhine Gorge so plenty to look at. We are staying in Koblenz, a town nearly as impressive as its campsite fees.  Possibly their was some confusion and we now own the place but 50 euros to pitch three Wendy houses is a bit lumpy!

We have just days to the Hook of Holland and I am busy planning the breakfast I will have in Harwich!

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