Like yesterday, it's another fresh but beautiful morning. We service the van and check out at 11:00 and take a different road away from the site towards Mutters where there is a fuel station. [Natters and Mutters must mean something else in Austrian].

A few miles on we join the motorway which is so smooth and quiet after the appalling Italian roads we've been on, and we spend the first 40 odd miles on cruise control enjoying the Tyrollean landscapes from the flat valley floor, often alongside the railway which carries the Orient Express.

Gradually the road starts to rise and the flatness gives way to gentle lowland slopes before we start on a series of tunnels, 5km, 8km, then after the toll station one tunnel whose board reads 15516m, that's nearly 10 miles underground!

Each time we emerge from these long tunnels the landscape has changed slightly. As we move north we see many schlosses perched on rocky pinnacles, one in particular Stift Stam, is enormous. We pass sliproads for Switzerland and see lanes marked for Germany. We cross the border at 15:05 into a new country which looks very much like the New Forest before we reach our destination at Friedrichshafen on the edge of Lake Konstanz [Constance]. We are lucky, they only have one Mary*Lou-sized pitch available and it's right at the end with views across the lake.

After finding the hook-up, which requires both of our cables totalling 25m, we go for a walk along the lakeside nature trail. There are some beautiful colours in the woodland and dappled sun picks out the undergrowth. Leaving the woods we wander 1.2km along the road to the harbour area. It is busy with many people out walking, queuing for ferries which criss-cross the lake or for a snack at the take-away vans. Around the corner is the town centre; typical modern German town with cobbles roads, wide shopping streets and young trees.

We return to the site through a lakeside park away from the main road. The haze is lifting as the sun starts to set and across the lake we can see in the distance the mountains we left this morning.

Once darkness falls a sliver of crescent moon rises and then begins to fall again, turning deep red before disappearing behind the mountains.