1812

Our new, old, guest-room furniture. Not sure whether 1812 was when it was painted or if it was when the painter knocked off for dinner. Guests can decide for themselves, if we ever get any.
Headed back into Murnau this morning for a catch-up with Liane and S cajoled her into hiking up Blomberg with us next week. That’ll be a more breathless catch-up then.
We’ve just taken things easy for the rest of the day, much needed, and we’re out on the terrace again tonight watching the stars (and all of a sudden a fireworks display over Hohenpeißenberg), enjoying a couple of beers and basically chilling.