rOne of our tasks for the trip to Grossbrembach was to retrieve Annika's bicycle from it's tomb in her parents garage where it has laid dormant for the past 8 years. Saturday morning was spent resurrecting the leviathan which didn't take much more than pumping the tyres up. Annika's dad had ensured that the bike had been stored thoughtfully. The bike is a typical German city bike, meaning that it is large, robust, ungainly, heavy and comfortable to ride short distances. However it scores over my fixed wheel mongrel in some very poignant respects. It has mud guards, it has gears, it has a basket for shopping and a rear pannier. The next task was to disassemble it so that it could fit into the BMW whilst allowing room for Michael and our luggage. This is the sort of job I like and it gave me a chance to get my hands on my father in-law and grandfather in-law's tools. I warmed my hands first of course.
The rest of the day was spent celebrating Annika's mother's birthday, which meant essen, essen und trinken, trinken. Attached photos show a light mid afternoon snack in the above followed by a small supper (right) a few seconds later. Note that my iPhone had it's own place set at the table. I am exceptionally lucky in that not only is my mother in law a kind and lovely woman, she is also the best maker of cakes that I have ever known and that includes the nameless French chef that baked my family the cake, a going away gift as we left a hotel somewhere in France when I was 9 years old. That cake was so good it left a permanent mark on a 9 year old child that he has carried through out his life.
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