Wet Days

The rain has followed us south. We have been under the same cloud for four days. We had a wet ride to the Vosge but the weather fooled us by drying up just before we arrived. We therefore booked into a campsite not a B&B. Once the tent was up the rain started again! The setting of the campsite was beautiful, beside a lake, surrounded by pine clad hills, although wreathed in low cloud and mist. It was very peaceful with only the sound of the birds. The next day was supposed to be spent riding the wonderful roads there or boating on the lake. Instead, in the morning, we played cards in the tent while the rain hammered down. In the afternoon we had a walk into Gerardmer.

On Friday morning we again woke to the sound of rain on the tent and muttered a few expletives to ourselves. Fortunately it eased for a while so we broke camp and headed up to Nurtigen in Germany to spend a few days with Mr Mogs cousin & her husband. They gave us a tremendous welcome and we are having a wonderful time enjoying their hospitality for a few days.

Elvie

Tossers at the Baskerville Hall

As the departure date approaches we had another weekend camping planned to help iron out the bugs. This time we were with another bunch of bikers, namely BMW Gser's who for some strange reason call themselves tossers. We are all members of this forum. They have regular meets, but this is the first we've attended. We were among the first to arrive, and put the tent up in the rain, without a crossed word.




Our teepee looks rather lonely at this stage, but within a few hours the field was fairly full of tents and bikes, and even another teepee!

The weather on Saturday wasn't much better when we set off on the road ride. Fifty or so bikes set off in one large group at 10am, and due to a few navigational errors on the part of the leader and his GPS, arrived back in several smaller groups about teatime.

This is a group picture before our navigational issues.

While we were out road riding, other braver souls were attempting some not so gentle off road pistes. This is one of them enjoying himself!

Other even dafter beggars decided to take their bikes for a swim in a local river!

There were a few minor mishaps on the day, but all riders and bikes made it back to the Baskerville Hall for the evening meal and disco.

Out of consideration for anyone reading this, I've decided to edit out the photo's taken in the disco, as the dress sense shown by many dancers leaves a lot to be desired. All in all an excellent weekend and further good practice for our big trip. LB