Chilling

Turned a bit cooler so we did a day of exercise, walking the dogs and thus making room for an Italian ice cream and in the evening an Italian pizza, both in Ottobeuren. Also visited the sheep farmer who turned out to be working his very noisy sawmill so we couldn't talk much. Kate and Barry have a few sheep at home but I suspect the language may have been more of a problem than the noise in swapping experience.

Here Elliot with his grandfathers walking stick about to drink from a fountain fed by the well that supplies the drinking water for Ottobeuren.