Yesterday after weeding the patio, Eldest Son and I went for a ride. We followed the valley for a while until we reached the old tramline, now a cycleway/footpath, and followed it up and over the hills to the town of Neuhausen. I’d chosen this route because being off the road reduced the likelihood of having speed-crazed drivers near us: I forgot that in summer a lot of them get their bikes out of the shed, pull on lycra, and go on their annual bike ride, forgetting they aren’t on the Autobahn.
Just to set the record straight, we did not slow down even more when they pinged us to get out of the way, just to annoy them: we wouldn’t do anything like that.
We turned around at the Catholic church of St. Peter and St. Paul. According to the sign it is the largest parish church in Europe.