The drive to France
was easy enough, but getting to Bitche was a tad difficult due to a diversion
which was signed in rather an ad hoc manner. If that wasn’t bad enough, when we
eventually found our way onto Route de Bitche, we got behind a doddery old
campervanner, with no chance of getting past for the last 9 miles of our
journey. If that wasn’t bad enough, we followed him to the aire, where
he took the last place! We parked up on
the rough ground next to it and had lunch, whilst at the same time trying not
to look like a couple of vultures waiting for their prey to die, or in this
particular instance, waiting for one of the other 4 ‘vanners to leave. Just as
we poured our after lunch coffee, Rachel shouts “One’s going”! A quick swivel
round in the driver’s seat, and with some rather rapid, yet impressively smooth
driving, we managed to bag our much treasured prime overnight location without
spilling so much as a microlitre of coffee.
We are parked in the shadow of The Citadel, as far as
citadels go this is big, it was 1 mile to walk around it, and if that isn’t
impressive enough then you will recall that during the Franco-Prussian War of
1870-1871 (9 months and 3 weeks, call that a war? It’s a skirmish, which the
Germans won again on penalties) Louis-Casimir Teyssier, its commander and
chief, held the place for 8 months with 3,000 men against 20,000 Prussian and
Bavarian soldiers. We’re not surprised, the place looks impregnable.
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Eppingen |
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Bitche |
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Harry in prime spot with 2 happy campers |
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Pre afternoon thunderstorm |
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Obviously not! |
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A roundabout with a difference! |
9 miles without an overtake !! - would never have happened back in the day 😀 ......
ReplyDeleteHa ha :-D Maybe I'M the doddery old one now?!
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