1st September.
We could easily have stayed another day - we hadn’t tried out the
electric bikes, or indeed the “Segways”, or indulged a few fantasies about a
luxury megahome, but to be honest our feet and legs were wearing out and needed
a break.
By common consent we decided to head back to Venlo via Kempen, a charming little town we had
discovered on the way to Dusseldorf. At its centre is an old walled town, which
goes back to the 13th Century and was once a centre of textile
manufacturing. We had another stock up of essentials in the Edeka supermarket
just outside the old walls - good quality, a wide selection and a good open car
park!
GPS: 51.3619 N, 06.4177 E
Back at Venlo Jachthaven, Grey Herons could be glimpsed at the entrance
to the marina, and large white geese wandered happily amongst the motorhomes.
The geese give humans a wide berth, but when they squabble amongst themselves
the noise is extraordinary and startling until you acclimatise.
We met up with Liz and Roger in the Brasserie de Admiral situated
above a grassy bank above the marina. This bar/restaurant is replete with model
yachts and nautical nick knacks, but the atmosphere is well crafted and
welcoming. The patron is the local jester - don't ask him to take a photograph
of your table! The menu was standard fare but well presented and we all ate
well.
2nd September
We lingered another day at Venlo. As other vans left we shuffled
ourselves over to the best corner by the picnic tables. A day for chilling out,
I fitted our new cycle racks in warm, windless sunshine.
We did not however visit the Floriade – Sue was disappointed when she
later found out that this major exhibition of flowers and gardening is only
held once every ten years, and
changes its venue – like chancing upon Oberammergau in the right year of the
decade and not seeing the passion play!
3rd September
We decided to head north and visit the ancient but small German town of Xanten.
Xanten’s main attraction is the relic of the Roman metropolis of Colonia
Ulpia Traiana. The site is now an "archeological park", mostly
covered by grass and shrubs, but with a re-created temple, amphitheatre, towers
and baths on their original sites. The replicas are as near as possible to the
original - indeed more are planned to help create the “feel” of Roman city
life.
More in the present day, Xanten has a very pretty medieval town centre with
an imposing cathedral, museums and two large man made lakes with a lido. In the
summer it hosts a two week long classical music festival and even the annual
German sandcastle building championships!
The Wohnmobil Park is just five minutes walk from the pedestrianised
centre of the town. It is more akin to a campsite than a stellplatz, situated
in a gently sloping field on the edge of farmland, with an office, heated
lounge, BBQ patio and kiddies play area. They (the town council) have plans to
build a wellness spa and sauna on the site as well, though the charming and
friendly manager assured me that the charges (10 euro + 2 for electric hookup)
would remain the same...Hmm. You can also reserve a pitch in advance – tempted
to put our names down for Christmas!
A handy and friendly place to stay in Xanten
GPS: 51.6541 N, 06.4632 E
Morning bread ordered and enjoying the produce of a visiting ice
cream van, we walked into the town. It’s cute alright with a lovely central
square surrounded by cafes, bars and restaurants, plus an organic bakery tucked
inside a working windmill. After a beer and a pizza we called it a day.
4th September
I went down early morning to the Reineke cycle shop, where a dear old
guy changed both my cycle tyres for top of the range Schwalbe Marathon rubber and
inner tubes for 77 euros – all done by midday as promised!
Mr Reineke gives a good service!
We had a look at the Roman metropolis and enjoyed a pedal around the lake. On one of the cycle paths is a plaque commemorating the bravery of two British RAF pilots who crashed near a village near by. A surprising find in Germany you might think, but this event happened after the war in 1971, when an RAF Canberra fighter bomber stalled over Luttingen. Foregoing the opportunity to use ejector seats the pilot heaved the aircraft away from the village, thus avoiding a major disaster, but giving up his own life and that of his navigator. The pilot was Keith Roland Holmes, the navigator Christopher King.
The memorial plaque to two RAF flyers
At the lido, we came across something we had never seen before, but I thought was brilliant. “Electric” water skiing might sound a bit risky but is in fact like a pommel ski lift that tows the skiers around a circuit of the lake. A group of young people on an organised outing were trying it out, some obviously for the first time, but a few were extremely accomplished, particularly on the boards, and made it look fabulous fun.
After all that activity and excitement we downed a couple of beers at
the Vecchio Teatro, an Italian restaurant with a lovely ornate interior. The
food looked excellent.
5th September
Still heading north we visited Anholt Castle at Wasserburg, a stately Baroque residence set in the middle of a lake
surrounded by ornate gardens and landscaped parkland. Luckily for us we were the
only visitors on our late morning tour, even luckier our guide spoke perfect
English!
The original castle was built in the 12th century in the then
boggy area of the Rhine Delta, and then developed into a Baroque palace in the
1700’s. Virtually destroyed in the Second World War bombing, it has been
painstaking restored over a period of 40 years at a cost of 8 million euros.
The original castle now features lavish and remarkable furniture and artworks
including a Rembrandt, that had presciently been stored in a shell proof mine
before the bombing started. The castle extension and stables are now a 30 room
hotel with 3 restaurants, and by the look of the tea time pastries, offer grub
of a high culinary standard.
GPS: 51.8445 N, 06.4265 E
GPS: 51.8445 N, 06.4265 E
www.wasserburg-anholt.de (in German and French)
For our overnight stop we headed for the town of Kleve, where there is an aire on disused land opposite the rail
station and in easy walking distance of the centre. It was fairly well occupied by
Dutch and Germans when we arrived but we slotted into a place and soon found ourselves
in deep discussion with a Dutchman on the subject of electric bikes!
4 euros per night plus 50c per Kwh on the electric meter.
GPS: 51.7905 N, 06.1457 E
A totally different experience from the twee and prosperous Xanten,
Kleve is undergoing a period of extensive regeneration. Opposite the aire, a huge
old chemical factory complex is being torn down, and across the newly rebuilt
bridge over the river a new hotel is rising.
Kleve has quite a history however, until the 1930’s it used to be spelled
with “c” and if Cleve rings a bell, it should do because it is the birthplace
of Anne of Cleves, wife to Henry the VIII. The town has been the capital of a
county since the 11th Century and is dominated by a steep hill on
which is perched the Schwanenburg, or
Swan's Castle.
We crossed the rail bridge and wandered up the steadily rising shopping
streets towards the towering castle. Apart from doing a circuit of the
perimeter walls there is not much else to see as the building now houses Law
courts and public offices.
As is now our habit, we had a beer on the street and then an excellent
pork steak and chips at the “Zur Post” Hotel restaurant – though they gave us
the wrong bill and forgot the change!
GPS: N 51.7851, 06.1355 E
6th September
Starting the trek home,
we crossed the Rhine at Nijmegen and made our way into Belgium.
Now for somewhere to stay for the night…. Imagine rolling along a country lane in the
late afternoon, long shadows in the lush green fields, a family of goats
chewing contentedly and young ponies chasing around a paddock just for the joy
of it. Suddenly there is the scent of wood smoke in the air and you think...
wouldn't it be great to stop for the night around here, maybe grab a bite to
eat from a farmhouse?
And there is the 't Brigandje, an unprepossessing, single storey painted
brick farmhouse with a large carpark, and a broken, battered sign advertising
beer.
What you won't expect as you pass inside is a pristine rural idyll of
solid wooden beamed ceilings, exposed brick and stone fireplaces and dark stone
flagged floors, all beautifully and elegantly decorated with evocative
paintings and even some medieval stained glass probably rescued from a church.
There is warm chatter and laughter mingling with the nostril-twitching smell of fresh meat roasting on a wood grill, that long day on the road seems about to come to a perfect end…
There is warm chatter and laughter mingling with the nostril-twitching smell of fresh meat roasting on a wood grill, that long day on the road seems about to come to a perfect end…
The beautiful and evocative decor of 't Brigandje
Actually it didn't quite happen like that, we plucked the location of 't
Brigandje from the Camperstop guide, but the joy of finding such a superb and
atmospheric restaurant in the middle of the Belgian countryside was
undiminished, particularly as we thought our sat-nav was throwing a wobbler,
taking us out on a wild goose chase!
Oak beams and stone flags...
After saying hello and a wash and brush up, we relaxed with a gin and
tonic and settled on a T bone steak (Côte-à l'os) with fries and a pepper
sauce, washed down with a bottle of Montepulciano. Despite the steaks
overhanging the edge of a large dinner plate, Sue squeezed in some mouth
watering passion fruit sorbet and I had a wonderfully light and cinnamon rich
apple tart with vanilla ice cream.
The bill for this indulgence came to a very reasonable 77 euro.
Considering the quality of the perfectly cooked and seasoned steak, and that we
were in Belgium, we thought it was bargain. You might get a shock if you order
the pork ribs - ready yourself for half the ribcage of a small pig! (you have
to cut the ribs yourself).
We retired with the scent of new mown grass flowing through our open
window and slept the sleep of the over indulged and privileged.
GPS: 51.1681 N, 03.4722 E
The perfect end to a perfect meal
7th September
A beautiful and peaceful night was not marred by the new day either, it
dawned fine, warm and sunny and we continued our trek back to Dunkerque. We stopped off at Gravelines again,
pumped and dumped at the new service aire (credit cards only) and had a brief
nap before catching the DFDS Seaways ferry at 23.59
8th September
It was an uneventful passage, and we
got some well needed sleep in the usual place on Dover seafront. Another fine
sunny morning, stopping off at Fleet services on the M3. This time we didn’t
make the same mistake as we did at MOTO services M5 Exeter on the way out…
Waiting on the doormat when we got
home was a payment demand of £90 or 113 euros for overstaying our 2 hour
welcome at Moto Exeter!! (Number plate
recognition camera shots included). So much for “Take a break – tiredness
kills!”
I don’t know why they are allowed to get away with such a money making scam when it’s so obviously counter to safety advice. The charge was reduced to £50 or 63 euros for coughing up within 14 days, but it didn’t alleviate the pain much. Imagine if we had been caught unknown on the way out for a long trip - by the time we returned the bailiffs would have been at the door for unpaid fines! You (as they say) have been warned!
I don’t know why they are allowed to get away with such a money making scam when it’s so obviously counter to safety advice. The charge was reduced to £50 or 63 euros for coughing up within 14 days, but it didn’t alleviate the pain much. Imagine if we had been caught unknown on the way out for a long trip - by the time we returned the bailiffs would have been at the door for unpaid fines! You (as they say) have been warned!
Our pitch for the night was the Fox and Hounds, Charlton Adam,
Somerton. This is actually a Caravan Club CL, but in good stopover fashion the
Landlord waived the £3.50 fee when we said we were coming in for a meal. There
is a large gravel car park and a grassed area, but we pitched at the far end of
the gravel. We had an excellent dinner
of duck, and a quiet night.
GPS: 51.0572 N, 02.6557 W
9th September
Oh what a beautiful morning – clear
skies, crisp air, cool sunshine, sparkling dew on the grass. I walked around
this lovely little village, taking photographs, chatting to the solitary
horsewoman enjoying the same early morning peace.
Our last stop of the trip was Dawlish, to meet up with Sue’s family
at Teignmouth. This time we stayed
at Lockwood House, a Camping and Caravanning Club Certificated Site. This was
handy for the bus into Teignmouth, but apart from one flat piece of
hardstanding is a fairly sloping site and we struggled to get flat on our
blocks, even with the aid of some wood planks we were offered.
GPS: 50.6042 N, 03.4651 W
10th September
A pleasant day in Teignmouth. We had
lunch at Drakes restaurant, then got the little ferryboat across to Shaldon on
the other side of this natural harbour formed at the river’s mouth. Then a walk
back over the bridge to the car park, before picking up some scones and cream
at The Co-op, for our own cream tea back at the family’s holiday flat.
11th September
Another night at Lockwood house,
before driving home via Plymouth.
All in all a great trip – we look
forward to doing the Dusseldorf show again, there was so much to see that we didn’t manage to and the atmosphere generated by so many motorhomers from all over the
continent was something to enjoy. Hopefully, we can get away soon, even back to
Germany for Christmas!