York'scher Pudding

Commissioner Herb remembered that there was a smell of York'scher pudding at the crime scene. Maybe this will tell him something. So he did checked in to Manchester and hitchhiked to York, the old roman town in North England. He traveled to the minister, a place of long history of searching and founding, a place with a lot of myths to be unfold.



Lighting two candles, cause old family habits will never die. He said a little prayer and is falling into investigation trance. Will the smoke of the candle tell him something or is the solution to it all deep in his heart. Is the heart of a nut(s) the solution to this case?? Herb is thinking deep and deeper.

He took some deep looks but didn't find the slightest clue.




In the ramada hotel he did find the first Christmas tree of 2009. It was white but no red ribbon to be seen. Herb is thinking of next Christmas, where would he be? What will be then? time will tell.



But to be sure to have a joyfully and nutty Christmas herb did sent a letter to Santa Clause with his wishes.



York did not help to solve the problem so commissioner herb entered another plane and keeps the hunt for the red ribbon and the happy end going on. And believe me GGGee that ain't nuts at all.

Swanage

On Wednesday morning we had over 6 hours time to visit the customer who is sitting in Poole. So the ride from the hotel to the customer’s office would only last ten minutes. T.so and I decided to use the time and drive south towards Swanage and the beach. It’s to be said that this is a very beautiful area. We took a ferry and after five minutes we landed again.





We saw heather blooming and it reminds us of North Germany and the good times we had there. A sad smile creped on T.so’s face. But the heather looks wonderful!













We passed some very nice and expensive English cottages; some reminds me of Rügen and Sylt. The beach and coastline was stunning. If the sun is shining it must be marvelous here. I love it to listen to the sea. Well the seagulls threw hungry eyes at me!! T.so help me, but he did well. No seagull dared to touch or swallow me. We even met a treasure hunter on the beach, he scanned the sand with a metal detector! I could dream on a life as Indiana Nuts too. Adventures and fame and fortune will be my reward. Well maybe this is nuts!









On our way back to Poole we saw a very stunning ruin. The ruins of corfe castle. That was a great castle and some magic still is lying in the air. Reminds me of the greatest sorcerer there ever was: Merlin the great Nut!
Isn’t that nuts?
Kisses Herb

Poole

On Tuesday we stood the night in Poole, a small city on the south coast of England, directly at the channel. Old fishermen house, the smell of the sea and salt in the air and Seagulls crying. It was nearly holiday well besides the bad weather.

There was a motorbike meeting in Poole that night and probably 400 bikes were present. An old Indian, the company that Harley once bought, was to be seen. Well I would have loved to go for a ride, but these helmets even if they look stunning don’t fit my little head.








Wouldn't that be cool, riding an old Indian on the small and curling streets on the south coast? That ain't nuts at all!!

Kisses Herb

Nottingham

On Monday evening we head to Nottingham and passed Sherwood Forrest. Nice area and a Nut is free to go where ever it wants it! We stopped at the hotel and had a hot chocolate. We got a suite for a price of a single room, that was a fine deal!







Time was too late to visit the castle of Nottingham but we saw two statues of Robin Hood, one made out of flowers and one built in bronze. We stopped in the oldest inn of England: ye olde trip to Jerusalem. First mentioned in 1189. Beer and ale pie filled with British beef was good. Thanks God I am a nut, so no mad cow disease possible for me.





At the end of the day we had one final cocktail in the hotel clubroom. And that would have been a nice experience for GGGee too. This ain't nuts!

Herb

York

Last Sunday T.so traveled to Manchester and as always I travelled along with him. We had one hour delay from Munich airport and had difficulties in getting our car and finding the hotel. But at one o’clock in the night, we had managed it.



Next morning we drove to York, a lovely old English town. Nice buildings and we still had time to rush through the small town and to take some nice pictures. We even hoped into the cathedral.









The weather was not so fine but we took a quick nap in the car next to the customer we visited, while English rain falls down on our rooftop. The landscape is pretty as well, as you may see.



kisses herb not gettin nuts even in old England