I've just been away on the annual knitting club weekend-away with six friends to Lindau on Lake Constance. We drew quite a lot of confused looks from other ladies on the boat trips we took, the cafes we sat in and the beer gardens we ate in, because most of us knit the "British" way - that's very different to the "German" way. One retired couple came to ask if they could watch how we knit; a lady conductor in a train said she wished she'd brought her knitting with her; and we discovered some of this trendy "guerilla knitting" in the town in the shape of parking metre warmers!
While I was shopping, knitting and drinking wine in Lindau, there was a Dads-and-Kids camping trip taking place at Igelsee (Hedgehog Lake) in Ehrwald, a place they were at last year. This year, the lake actually had water in it, but the dads didn't all have their trunks with them and had to swim in their underpants. The kids - of course - were all prepared and had all the right kit with them. I think Frog Lake would have been a more apt name for where they camped, since the place was full of frogs and toads in all stages of development: from spawn to tadpoles to froglets to dried-up, deceased frogs. There was something there for everyone. Lucy has already requested a repeat trip next summer.
