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Love and rockets
So as I was saying, I went to Germany with my mum a fortnight ago.

The first full day was action-packed. We took a train to a tiny village in a valley chocker with vineyards and forests and took a vertiginous chairlift to the top of a hill. A bit like in Where Eagles Dare. At the summit was a cafe with breathtaking views, the sort of place a James Bond villain might live. I'm sure James would have jumped over the edge and magically produced a Union Jack parachute from his pencil case at this juncture, but we decided to walk down through the woods instead. It was an absolutely glorious day with dazzling sun-beams cutting through the trees. I kept expecting to bump into Little Red Riding Hood at any moment.

Back at the bottom we took another train and were picked up by horse-drawn carriage. Wunderbar! Me and my mum sat up front to get a good look at the horses' arses:



The poor old nags took us on a long and winding track up a mountain and back down again whereupon we were given a guided tour of one of the local vineyards and were given various free samples of the local brews:

This is about the amount of wine we consumed on our holiday:



Prost!

We then bundled on to another train, bound for a medieval walled city which was even cuter than all the other places we'd visited so far, with a whopping cathedral in the middle that looked like it was made of marzipan. My mum bought three balls of wool from a "Seen You Coming" type of shop. They cost her 50 quid. Dummkopf!



On one of the forested hills overlooking the town you could see two ominous grey towers poking out of the trees - it looked a bridge that I assumed had been bombed by the Allies during the war. In fact, it was part of a never-finished railway that had been abandoned in the late 19th century due to lack of funds and never returned to thanks to the twin inconveniences of the invention of the motor car and a couple of world wars. The tunnels either side of it were used by the townspeople as an air raid shelter. Then they were turfed out in late 1944 when Hitler used it to hide his V2s in. What a bastard.

Apparently Archway was all but flattened by a V2 near the war's end which explains why so much of it is is full of concrete carbuncles. It's weird to think it might have been fired from such a pretty place.