to drive the “Route of the Peaks” which had spectacular views but, readers be warned, it was far too long for my navigator. A group dinner (with drinks) was included that evening and turned out to be the best of the entire trip.

The oops of the trip was asking the hotel owner if he was showing THE UEFA 8pm football match on the TV lounge. He said yes and was also laying on a wine tasting at 5pm.

He couldn’t understand, no doubt

predicted on the groups acquired reputation, why no one turned up for the wine tasting. Seems he thought THE match was Friday’s game between France and Romania, but he laid the wine and game back on for THE Saturday’s game between England and Russia. The following day (Saturday) was a “free day” with some, via a taxi and train, visiting

Tanks a lot: American hard ware left over from 1945

Trains and boats but no planes: Breisach, Germany where we caught the boat and then a train from Volgelsheim, France back to Breisach

This lady is not for turning: Judith

Turnbull was not over keen on the steam and smoke


Gay Pride Day: I’m still trying to work out why Steve Tullett took so many pictures of it

Strasbourg to witness a somewhat dubious carnival whilst others visited Colmar. Sunday morning included a visit to the

“largest car museum in the world” which made Gaydon and Beaulieu car museums combined seem small. Not sure if it’s the largest but it certainly contained the largest and most comprehensive collection of Bugatti cars in the world for sure. The afternoon should have been a steam train trip south from a French train station followed by a boat trip north back up the Rhine, followed by a train back to the French starting point. However, on the Saturday I checked, via the hotels receptionist, that they were expecting us and was informed that they had changed it. It was now a boat trip from


HAD THE TROPHY been acquired earlier the first award would have been secured by Roger “Bling” Jones who incurred difficulty in even finding the town of Troyes let alone the hotel. Understandably, Troyes is only a small hamlet about twice the size of his home town of Bishops Stortford. Result: Two hours late The award next went to moi. I used my

sat nav, not my superb directions, and drove West from the hotel despite knowing that Koenigsborough Castle was North East. Wouldn’t have been so bad but I had four cars following me. Result: Two hours late The next day the “Cockerel cock up of the day” award went to Peter Braybrooke.

Germany south down the Rhine, followed by a steam train going north on the French side, followed by a boat ride from France back to the starting point in Germany. I found this a trifle disconcerting, despite the receptionist not understanding why I

Awards: Ken May, and right, Mark Roberts with their cocks, courtesy of Steve Tullett

Leading four other cars Peter arrived at the first coffee stop on the Route of the Peaks from the East whereas it should have been from the North.

Result: One hour late

seemed a little stressed out. It all worked out okay in the end though.

Monday was heading back day via an

overnight stop at a Chateau in Cambrai, apart from four couples that were staying on for an extended holiday. We all dined

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