12 February

Posted on February 11, 2012 by Captain P. Fawcett

Having left Twickenham Twickenham only a few, albeit arduous days ago we now find ourselves ensconced in Baden Baden. Time to spin the wheel of fortune. What.
Toodle Pip. Fawcett.

Baden Baden 1936

11 February

Posted on February 10, 2012 by Captain P. Fawcett

At midday and with a dire need to replace the pneumatic tyres on our charabanc we stop at roadside coaching inn. The restaurant is bedecked with stuffed and grotesquely mounted trophy kills. I am somewhat nonplussed to see staring down from the wall the dusty head of an old woman, her beady, glassy eyes follow our every move and I am more than a little perturbed by the hint of a wry grin hovering on her eternally frozen lips! On enquiry I learn that this unfortunate is non other than Frau Schnitzel, the proprietor's first wife. Good God! After a liberal application of my patent pomade we take our leave and press on into the German hinterland. Whatever next? Regards, Fawcett.

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