On leaving Luxembourg we had the mother of all drives to Konigsfeld. Big Jock decided on a change of scenery; in all honesty he was told to "feck off oot me murtahurm ya miserable wee bastard" by Bomber, so Big Jock travelled the last part of the days journey in T2. On this leg he found out that Mouldy had every musical track known to man on his laptop, plus some tracks still waiting to be discovered! ("Much, much better than Neil Diamond and The Mamas and Papas ya ald Geordie can't!") Don't worry, they become friends again later on in the blog.
The scenery driving through France and into Germany was excellent, and much better than the flash of Bomber's arse that we all got this morning - yes we have the photos to prove it and the photos of Bomber's arse (unpublishable). Arriving in Konigsfeld just before 11pm it was decided to kip down for the night in another of Mouldy's favourite dogging sites. This one even had a real dog!
More to follow......
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