Well, the outside anyhow.
On the way there I fell in love with this pink house.
With a tower in the back garden.
|What kind of person gets excited about an ornate gold arrow?|
I wonder if it had a purpose at one time.
The Chateau was almost boring by comparison, I thought, to the pink house next door.
Also compared to the gatehouse, apparently derelict.
|A big beige house...but with nice windows and shutters!|
I think they are really missing a trick letting that gatehouse go to ruin.
Grand as the chateau may be, I much preferred the gatehouse.
Bill has definite negative views about ivy and walls, but I still think it's lovely.
And the trees!
|I feel peaceful, just looking at this.|
We traveled north to Amsterdam as fast as we could, stopping as little as possible. In the last few hundred miles - and I can still see that stretch of long, downward winding road - we 'lost' fifth gear.
First the gear shift wouldn't stay in fifth gear and then Bill forced it. I did wonder what the consequences of that might be, but driving all the way home in fourth wasn't an attractive proposition either. Somehow fifth gear ceased to exist. I pictured some little piece of metal from the transmission left on the road behind us. So fourth had to suffice after all. Not a major problem, but very noisy. Back in England, replacing the transmission wasn't cheap, but boy was the ride quieter!
Storing the motor home over the winter halves the road tax; it's almost time to get it out and hit the road again!