We’d bought a paddle board which had so far seen no sign of water. Lake Constance, a 63km-long lake with the Swiss, Austrian and Bavarian Alps rising majestically behind it seemed like a decent enough baptism but we needed something a bit more ‘beachy’ than Lindau harbour to launch the thing.
The Lindenhofpark, a short drive from Lindau, had a jetty, small beach, café and lawns, teeming with like-minded people plunging into the lake to cool off. The christening of the paddle board was slightly marred by the fact that we forgot to bring the paddle.
