‘Dog friendly’ was the sign at reception. I’m not too sure whether it was ‘kids friendly’ also because there were none there which to me often changes the dynamics, but out of fifty tenants there was no-one under forty. I wondered about this at Lily’s 10/10 hotel but it may have been 9/10 for some if a child began to scream. It was a small lift and a man and his dog could not fit in but could have if the dog was friendly. The owner however declined. Later that day I left the lift on my floor to be confronted with that same dog who barked and growled at me – some dogs obviously can’t read.

We were still in Lily’s Hotel and still getting spoilt. She showed us the glorious sunrise that she took and brought to show us. After offering to drive us around her mountain town yesterday, today she is serving us drinks, and we finally met the accomplished painter of the gallery of beautiful paintings – her mother. Her art is full of castles but her paintings aren’t just castles;  there  is a life and energy in the ironically peaceful buildings. She is now going to focus on that other passion, flowers, as she continues to enhance this superb hotel gallery. Lovely people and I hope that I hear from them on my blog tomorrow.

We passed a very old tree that had fallen leaving its roots in the open, the roots were covered in soil and it’s still growing because it thinks its roots are still in the ground. We continued on to Stuppar to see a renowned painting in this small town just south of our home. The information officer told us it was five kilometres but after three, it said it was still six. Being university educated I knew this was wrong, but this would be difficult to determine because I imagined it was the walking distance. But it wasn’t, and how would they know that we were the only people in Germany without a car, but not for long – wahoo!

They arrived at our hotel just before I returned from my other walk. Our English friends had just arrived and were already receiving unfriendly barbs because this was the first all day drizzle that locals had experienced in a long time, so guess whose fault that was. We left the best hotel ever for a village one and it’s looking good. I think it is dog friendly also but this one was so small it could have gone in unnoticed. 

It was all happening at this village – a young woman farmer was marrying a young man farmer, and ready for work as she arrived at her wedding on a huge tractor. At the same time our English friend was trying to park his car but no spaces so he parked behind the chef’s car which was leaving at 2300, I hope he’s a night owl. At 1700 we were told that the last table in town for dinner would be held only until 1730 so be quick. But the owners and staff are so helpful they may not  rank far behind our last home.

And tomorrow who knows, I have friends I want to be with and miles to walk before I sleep.