Mr G and I went our different ways after our night in a car-park in Wurzburg. Fear not dear reader, five nights of van life haven’t sent us to the divorce courts (well not yet anyway!) I flew back to Wales to attend the funeral of a close family friend. I spent a sad but special day with family and friends celebrating a life well lived, then flew back to meet Mr G in Czechia.

While I was traversing from Frankfurt to Bristol to Swansea, then back to Bristol and Prague and on to Karlovy Vary, Mr G took the van to a campsite in Nuremberg. Or so he says. I could picture him checking into the Grand Hotel Nuremberg and spending the two nights drinking steins of beer and eating bratwurst in front of the footie!

Mr G reports from Nuremberg

After a heroic 7.8 mile march from the campsite to Nuremberg, I needed a protein bar and a large coffee to recover. At the heart of Nuremberg is a beautiful medieval old town, with an impressive castle looming over it. I felt enormous pressure as official stand-in blogger/photographer as Dr G has a somewhat direct management style when it comes to assessing performance!

For me, the most memorable and moving part of Nuremberg was visiting the site of the World War 2 war crime trials. Courtroom 600 is a functional working courtroom but you can feel the atmosphere of 76 years ago. It seems particularly relevant at the moment in the light of the current atrocities in Ukraine.

Quick campsite comment:

I stayed in Camping zur Muhle, Zirndorf.

Google describes it as a small low-key campsite with pitches, which is pretty much spot on.

The good bits: Clean, inexpensive (E 22.50 per night) and good, flat pitches. Each site had hook-up and a nearby water supply. Shower facilities were good with lots of hot- water.

The bad bits: No shop on the site or surrounding streets (that I could find!) As I mentioned, it was a long 7.8 mile walk into Nuremberg, which I only did because Dr G wasn’t there to chunter the whole way!