Flying Fish

Greetings from Heidelberg! The day started great with us being booked onto an earlier channel train, took a slight blip when I got lost between the ticket booth and passport control (a distance of 100 yards), got quite exciting when driving onto the train (I turned into a wee boy again!), then proceeded smooth as a baby’s bum as he motored along France’s almost empty motorways. Of course there was the inevitable ’What the?’ moment when I couldn’t get a tollbooth machine to accept my ticket but that was easily resolved once I realised I was trying to use an Edinburgh Airport car park ticket. The second tollbooth transaction was seamless!
And so onto Heidelberg which looks like quite an interesting city that we won’t have time to explore but which has a city centre designed to drive the unwary motorist around the bend. The wrong bend. Then another wrong bend etc etc. We eventually found our hotel, dumped our stuff, went through a similar rigmarole to find Ruth’s place and after a tour of her flat (great and in a great area with some super murals on the apartment blocks) and a chat over dinner we headed back. In the dark, in the rain, in the car-hating city centre … aaaargh! Quite some time and a few U-turns later …… we seriously needed some fresh air and a cold drink. Both were at hand. All’s well!