A day in Salzburg – The Sound of (water) Music Tour

We made the right decision to take the funicular railway up to the high point of the castle first thing whilst the sun was shining and the sky was blue and we were rewarded with stunning views of mountains to the north, east and south and the rooftops of the city to the west. The castle, home in centuries past to a succession of ruling bishops, was a stunning reminder of the former power of the church.  Of course in those days it was the government as well and behaved in much the same way as present “democratic” governments with the dispensing of patronage, waging of wars of principle and raising ever higher taxes on the population to undertake amongst other things vanity projects.

View over Salzburg
View over Salzburg

Weather quickly reverted to normal and the clouds rolled in and the wind came up.  Time to go back down to the city and find a nice warm, dry museum or two.  Visited the famous Salzburg museum where the history of the city and the myth of Salzburg are explained in great detail.  From there we repaired to the Irish Bar for lunch and shelter from the rain.  For the record the Guinness isn’t bad.

Quick tour of the Residence Museum and saturation Mozart at his house followed.  On the way booked for boat trip but by the time we had worked through most of the Mozart sonatas it was p***ing down.  Ran to boat, got drenched.  River was flowing at least 10 knots so an interesting trip but at least dry in the boat.

Run Rabbit Run

The latest message from Wales:

Billy’s sickie now a thing of the past. Daisy still v busy doing nothing although seemingly driven by  hectic schedule. Team psycho still diagnosing dodgy attention span. Oh well.

Great news. The motivational video worked. 1900hrs and resident staff having dinner … Billy appears in training room with catch of the day: a small alert-looking bunny seemingly unfazed by Billy’s stentorian growls. Dr D bollocks Billy for talking with his mouth full but he’s on a mission and already off at high speed for Garden Room. Cat deposits rabbit behind chair. Rabbit checks out situation, feints left then darts right for nearest corner. Hides behind small table.  Dr Dick checks situation and reckons on better chance of catching rabbit if in cat’s mouth rather than running free. Dr D moves table, Billy moves in fast, rabbit moves out faster. Rabbit breaks out of tight corner and scorches up-field, heading for settee in sitting room. Billy finishes looking into corner wondering why it’s now empty and pursues rabbit.  Sister Sue now in attendance and in position by French doors. Expletives from Dr D who most certainly doesn’t want dead rabbit buried in settee. Billy moves in. Rabbit re-appears at high speed and executes perfect arc across open space, sees Dr D, adjusts trajectory into tighter curve and accelerates towards French doors. Whole performance reminiscent of Usain Bolt coming off final curve and hitting home straight.  Sister Sue’s reflexes work perfectly and opens door just as rabbit reaches it. Rabbit surges through without breaking stride (although, possibly, wind) as Billy works out that it’s smart to be heading in same direction. Rabbit and cat both now outside again. Result inconclusive. Replay expected.

Billy takes a sickie

Er … yes, about the Q&A session. Daisy’s 1st Q was: “where are we and what are we doing here?” Explained that Captain Cuthbert and Midshipperson Mo were off on the high seas. She and Billy were here to help us deal with the glut of rabbits in our fields. But … training came first. Scoring 1 mouse each to date was not setting the bar anywhere near high enough. Daisy’s 2nd Q: “yes, but why here?” Answer: because this is where the frigging rabbits are and the training regime managed by Dr Dick and Sister Sue is just what’s needed to turn a couple of townie cats into useful hunters. Billy’s hand stayed up (as per previous pic) for duration of this interchange. Inspection found him to be asleep. He was roused and asked if he had a question too. Result? “what’s for dinner?” Typical.

We’re clearly having our work cut out here and the motivational video sent by Capt Cuthbert may help. But not yet as Billy pulled a sickie yesterday and missed training. Rear offside foot was hurting. Not clear why but we noticed his owners hadn’t fitted town‘n’country tyres. He devoted his day to licking it, swearing a lot and being unfazed about things in general. Daisy views this as a man thing and ignores him. Have reintroduced cat litter as temporary measure.
Billy much much better this morning but not quite 100% match fit. Daisy in and out of cat flap with great regularity and showing every sign of being with the programme hunting-wise. But no tangible results…just going through the motions. (memo: must empty cat litter.)
Hope that both students will be back in the classroom tomorrow. We have work to do.

Konstanz to Salzburg

What a difference a day makes! We were woken by the torrential rain and it was not about to let up and with the rain came a significant temperature drop. We wanted to stay in bed but Salzburg was beckoning.

Fiona had trouble with the first part of our journey  as it involved a ferry crossing right across the middle of Lake Konstanz. This would save us many miles circumnavigating the lake and ended up being a highly efficient and low cost experience. To travel this distance, a little further than crossing the Solent from Portsmouth to Ryde,  the cost was less than £7 with the car!  Oh! for nationalised transport systems, keeping communities connected.

It was pretty well all motorway via Munich to Salzburg and the German motorway experience was something else.  No speed limit, no services and very little spray free tarmac. The outside lane was like a firing range with cars, like bullets, racing past in a blur of spray. The rest stops, which consisted of just a layby, were frequent, had no loos, just a line of trees that substituted for loos, and were therefore very unsavoury to walk near.

The rain did relent just as we approached Salzburg, thank goodness. The unfolding Austrian countryside was picture book stuff with the snow capped mountains encircling undulating green fields and budding woods.  So here we are for a 3 night stay. We won’t be sorry to leave the car for a couple of days and just hope the thunderstorms and rain forecast will hold off for a couple of days.

St Amarin to Konstanz

Fiona excelled herself and we have made her a permanent member of the team, but only on the understanding that her proposals are vetted before we set off and she does a bit more training with postcodes, not her strength, but we can’t be good at everything. She usually puts forward three options for the overall route and it is vital to check up on her choosing the option we want. With this new understanding, we are all very happy.

It was just a three hour drive today, on motorways. crossing into Switzerland, skirting around Zurich, crossing into Germany and heading up to Lake Konstanz. With temperatures now creeping up to 20 C, it is all very civilised, and the blue sky, puffy white clouds, glassy lake flanked with snow clad mountains and sporting a few sailing yachts was indeed a sight to behold.

Lake Konstanz
Lake Konstanz

We walked round the lake to the old town of Konstanz and admired stunning architecture from a range of periods 1500 onwards but with the magnificent buildings of circa 1900 dominating the skyline.

Konstanz Old Town
Konstanz Old Town

We have found another treasure of a place to stay. Waldhaus Jakob stands overlooking the lake and is full of character.+49 7531 8100 or look it up on http://www.waldhaus-jakob.de

 

 

 

 

 

Chalons en Champagne to St Amarin

We left the champagne region with a few bottles on board and headed to Alsace, but rather than revisit the Colmar area we headed up into the mountains and stayed in a very rustic auberge high above the village of St Amarin, just north of Mulhouse. The drive across beautiful rural France was a delight. We decided to personify our sat nav, and Fiona, on probation, took us off piste through charming villages with the most elaborate and elegant lamp posts, past acres of rape fields, tree lined roads and stunning scenery,  possibly looking for a branch of Harvey Nicks (as she does sound very posh). We had to take control after a couple of hours and seek a motorway to eat a few miles, but she did well again later on to find our destination, which was a blessing, as we had no detailed map!  The scenery was breathtaking and all we heard was birdsong and cow bells – the cow shed adjoined the hotel! No English spoken here, so we practiced our best French. It seemed to work very well.

Auberge
The auberge high above St Amarin
St Amarin
St Amarin nestled in the valley

To Dover, then on to Chalons en Champagne

An early start on a cold grey November, no sorry, May morning, with a ferry to catch from Dover at 1015. Alas it was not meant to be and we found ourselves gridlocked on the M26 just behind a blazing lorry full of burning bananas. We kid you not – the M26 was closed and after an hour we were allowed to turn around and drive the wrong way back on the hard shoulder to the A21 exit.  We made the 1205 crossing and happily arrived in France, where it was equally grey and then very wet. Driving was effortless as there was little traffic on the major routes and we discovered our hotel, in spite of the sat nav trying to deposit us in a field some few miles from the actual location of Hotel Bristol. What a charming proprietor. Never before have we had a guided tour of the room to the extent of a lesson in how the massage facility on the shower worked.

We managed a walk around the delightful old medieval parts of town

Chalons en Champagne

before fetching up in a delightfully French restaurant:  Les Ardennes run by the Family Bouffanais since 1959, in the Place Republique. We recommend you visit: 03 26 68 21 42 for a reservation. The wine was excellent.

Rabbit catching training session does not go to plan

Dick reported Billy 1, Daisy 2 in the mouse catching league but was clearly disappointed with a nil score on rabbits. Nigel urged Dick to praise them for their efforts to date and suggested a big game training programme, ie to catch rabbits. Dick decided on a team training session and recently sent the following progress update:
” decided to hold a motivational session today. Not sure how successful it was. Daisy kept looking out of the window and shot out of the cat flap a few times. (Team psycho diagnosis is short attention span.) Billy spent the entire session under the table playing with himself (and not the way you’re thinking. It involved spinning on the spot chasing his tail round. The floor has polished up just fine.)
After a light sachet lunch we had a Q&A session. Here’s a pic of Billy with his hand up ready, I thought, with an answer…..”
Yes Billy, what is the answer?

Billy and Daisy go to Pembrokeshire

What a journey! Daisy morphed out of her cat basket at the end of our road. We had to go back home, get cable ties and seal her in the basket much more securely. Daisy, aged 6, is not known for making any noise, in fact, we had barely heard her speak before this journey. Determined to make up for years of mute silence, Daisy cried all the way to Swindon, whilst Billy slept peacefully all the way. The latter part of the journey was relatively quiet.

It was a joy to let them out when we finally arrived at Y Garn and see them explore the new house.

Where are we?

 

Alert and excited, they were sqeezing into corners and crevices and climbing onto all sorts of shelves and surfaces, way out of normal reach!

Where is Billy?
Billy takes the high ground

 

A successful first night and they ventured outside the next day. Billy and Daisy are very rapidly making themselves very much at home.

Hello!

Welcome to our sailing world. We set off in May this year returning at the end of July. During this time we travelled over 1300 sea miles from Croatia down to Corfu and Paxos and back, via Montenegro and Albania. It was a great trip.

Having spent August back in the UK, taming the garden and thoroughly enjoying the Olympics, we are back on the boat for the month of September. This time we plan to travel north to explore some parts of the Istrian peninsular.

Thanks for thinking of us and  following our blog, you will be able to see how far we get.

Love to you all

Nigel & Mo xx