Vienna Roll sir

Yesterday we woke to birdsong, including a nearby cuckoo and woodpecker, today it was city traffic and heavy driving rain on Helgas roof.

What a difference a day makes!

We left Ure and Lillian in the hills of Czech, and drove to Brno looking for an Apple store that Lillian had got us directions  for. Margaret’s ipad has condensation in it, caused by the serious heat of Cesky the other day and the fact it was in the black shoulder bag on a sunny seat in Helga for hours!

We found the huge retail park we needed, but drove past it. Satnav told us it would be thirteen miles to get back to it, as we found ourselves on the adjacent motorway! Anyway, we found our way back, only to miss the bloody entrance again, so this time we gave up and headed for a town recommended by our Polish friend Piotr.

Last night I washed Helga and Margaret and I polished her ready for our next leg. By the time we got to Mikulov, our next stop, she was a dirty bitch again. The police traffic chappies were out with their blue lights when we arrived, and we found it impossible to find a suitable parking place. What we wanted to see most was the Citadel on the top of the hill on which the town is built. Sadly our wee legs are protesting at the amount of work they.ve had to do in the past month.

Lets go to Vienna I said, it’s only up the road. 

So here we are, we spent the morning in the city centre and what a place. It rained for the first couple of hours and the sky has been grey all day, won’t help the photos, but hey ho.

More. Much  more, later.