Each trip tells a story in its own right. One that gets written as we travel. A new town, a new place, a new chapter. Every scene different. Sometimes fiction. Sometimes fact. Sometimes making sense. Sometimes a complete mystery. A series of unco-ordinated mini playlets. We make it up as we go along. A sort of fairytale. We play the main protagonists. Beauty and the beast. Entry onto Campingplatz Hameln an der Weser, surprises. Its gateway an extravaganza of put together nick-knacks.
Tied, screwed, nailed and glued. Are we entering the OK Coral? The Pied Piper. The shower facilities are pukka, if a little on the unusual. The theme is clear. Piped music plays. Get it? Heads turn from left to right, as if trying to keep track of the ball on Centre Court.
A free outdoor performance scheduled for 4. This end of town is packed. All bench seats taken. Standing room only. The sun is shining. Your miss-hit shot goes in. You get a lucky richochet. Your decisions continue to work out well. You turn left instead of right, but it happens to be right. Our three days of good fortune start the second our first two choices of site, have no vacancies.
Just as well. The infrequent bus service is nowhere to be seen. Scoot has to sit out these last few days. Since its massive 44 hectares has offered an idyllic setting to showcase the many buildings associated with the old way of life in the Netherlands.
A clever piece of machinery designed to be more efficient than the horse, ox or donkey. Here they have grain grinders, sawmills, and one, with the use of a huge Archimedes Screw, that draws water β quite a necessity for the low-lying Netherlands. No matter where we travel. Bring about a greater understanding and appreciation. As part of the museum, there are a few operating businesses of old too.
