Bike and I came across Durnstein castle today. It's the place where Richard the Lion Heart was held hostage for ransom by Bad King someone or other on the way back from the Crusades. Apparently, when he went missing his faithful minstrel criss-crossed Europe singing outside each castle. Then at Durnstein, Richard heard him and shot an arrow that landed at the minstrel's feet (what a Category A prisoner is doing with a bow and arrow I have yet to work out).
So Bike and I decided to reconstruct the event, just in case someone else needed saving. So we stood outside and sang. Sure enough something landed at our feet. It may have been a rock. However, who ever had thrown it did not seem in need of saving. Still, we've done our duty.
Cold, early morning start in the dash to Vienna
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