Day 19 - Feet Up as the Rain Comes Down

Thursday 17th September 2015

The church in Kautenbach
It is still pouring with rain when we get up and head down for breakfast. A quick check on the internet tells us there will be no respite from the weather today so we make an executive  decision. 

 No riding today. we book in for another night and get down to the serious business of mooching about. At least I have time to get this blog up to date.

 During a lull in the foul weather I walk up the hill and investigate the pristine little church on the hill across the river from the hotel.
Inside the church

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