Spotted a robin redbreast with its distinctive orange breast
(apparently orange as the name of a colour was unknown until 16th
century, when the fruit was introduced). Bypassed Stuttgart
towards our destination, the fairy tale Hohenzollern Castle (on top of the 855m
"Zoller" Mountain).
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Drove past the castle's water tower and moved to far end of carpark to camp overnight. Lo and behold - the Boomers pulled up behind us! Tried their sharp tasting physalis, a dried fruit superfood. Enjoyed white wine with our dinner of herrings and salad interspersed with lots of catch-up stories.
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