One last turm...

I don't know what this one's called but it's in the woods a short walk from the Bischoff's house and it's got enough space in it's design to make it a bit of a scary climb for the more wussy members of our party despite the clear sturdiness of it's construction (that said, only Beck was too chicken to even make it to the top!) We had a lovely lazy, end-of-holiday sort of day, sat around in the sun reading (whilst poor Antje and Michael prepared for and returned to work respectively) and then sat out for a nice Italian meal in the evening prior to retiring early before tomorrow's long drive home...