I woke to a sunny morning that promised to turn out hot, and went outside to find the hotel proprietor deadheading the geraniums.
Our next stop, in Germany, wasn't too far, so we looked for something to do along the way.
This turned out to be a visit to the Mardasson Memorial, dedicated to the American soldiers who fought in the Battle of the Bulge. It's shaped like a star and set in pretty woodland, the Bois de la Paix, with beautiful views from the top. The engraved text makes it clear how grateful Belgium is to those who fought so fiercely for a country not their own.
Over the border, we went through Trier so we could experience the Roman Bridge, the oldest bridge in Germany and the oldest bridge north of the Alps still in use for vehicle traffic. We also found some cheap petrol and a LIDL, where we stocked up on supplies as the next few nights would be self-catering.
Our guest house was tucked away in the village of Kliding, in the Mosel. The owner welcomed us in German and showed us around. (The next day she would compliment me on my German, which pleased me even though she initially thought we were Belgian.)
She offered to make us coffee, and we accepted gratefully. I discovered that I had accidentally booked us a place five miles from Büchel Air Base, which meant that every few minutes I had to drop whatever I was doing and run out to look at passing Tornadoes.
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