Sankt Goar farmJuly 21, 2016 in Germany
With the rain that came overnight persisting into the morning,the temperature had dropped to a comfortable 23° so we set off to a stopover for services. Sat navs and coordinates can be fantastic but occasionally they lead you places you didn't intend to go, good and bad. We found ourselves on ever narrowing paved roads winding between houses and emerged on a single track farm road barely wide enough for the van wheels. We followed it to its junction with a gravel track that petered out in wheat fields. There was a wooden shelter opposite and beyond this, a sheer drop down the valley to the river about 200m below. The view was stunning, with Loreley rock rising up across the valley where a siren with golden locks reputedly perched whilst she sang to passing sailers, luring them to their deaths on the rocks below. A narrow bank of land in the river ended in a statue of her as a reminder of the legend.
As beautiful as it was, the site didn't have services so we entered the location of the stopover manually. It turned out to be a small farm with a few holiday cabins and a field for vans. There was a compost loo and a riding stable that Vicky got her hopes up about before being told she was too 'tall' for the horses.
The farm chickens had a sign detailing what they could be fed from your leftovers and Will impressed himself by explaining in German to another campervanner that they didn't like uncooked potato before proceeding to have a long conversation in German with the campervanner, Wolfgang and his partner Elisa who turned out to be really lovely people. Sunset saw cloud forming in the valleys as the sun lit it up from behind and whilst bringing out a glow in the straw fields.
Whilst getting ready to set off the next morning, Elisa came rushing over with a bag that contained some gifts for us; German bread, ground coffee, spaghetti and some homemade grape jam! We were taken aback and very grateful. You get to meet some amazing people whilst travelling.Read more