We had new neighbours at the Gitzy, Richard & Michaela. Lovely people. For a start, they hadn’t brought a vehicle the size of a modest family home that blocked out all our light. They were also pretty new to this camping lark, so we could confide in them about our rookie errors without too much sense of shame (apart from the paddle – that was just dumb). They even did a fine line in homemade tomato sauce.
They’d been out exploring the area and had stumbled across a place called Fischbach, near Friedrichshafen on the banks of Lake Constance. While Lindenhofpark was very nice, we’d been hoping that, as well as remembering the paddle, we might find something a little less ‘established’ for our water sports. Fischbach sounded perfect.
It didn’t disappoint. It was a proper beach, accessible through an area of woodland with paths weaving along the shoreline. The water was shallower and warmer and you could walk a fair way out into the lake with your head still above water. The sand on the shore gave way to soft algae on the lake bed as zeppelins drifted silently overhead.
