Because we’ve got Germany on the brain, we couldn’t help but jokingly refer to the beautiful countryside around Derby as the “Derbische Schweiz”, with reference to the nickname given to the national park in Upper Franconia.
Sometimes, though, a joke turns out to have something in it. In 24 hours in Derbyshire we came across:
- a very authentic Bratwurst stand with “Schleswig-Holstein” written all over it
- a shop and cafe for German and Austrian ex-pats with a window display of Semmel Knödel mixes
- two microbrewed, unfiltered, unpasteurised pilsners
- more beer gardens (that is, proper beer gardens, with trees and attractive panoramas) than we’ve ever seen anywhere else in the UK.
Maybe all of that makes up for the time we came across a disconcerting and unexplained red phone box in Goslar?