One lovely weekend.

Priya arrived in Regensburg on Thursday evening, bringing her laidback charm and sense of adventure in tow, and after that there was no looking back. We were spontaneously invited to asparagus/homemade wine parties with my (very friendly) neighbours where Piers was practically bottle-fed whiskey by a Czech lady enamoured with him (causing him to spill everyone’s secrets…)

We watched the DULT fireworks from the Dreifaltigkeitsberg whilst unsuccessfully swatting mosquitoes and watching sweet little children run about with torches on their heads….and we bought flowers for my garden and the rose seller was so sweet he gave us extra roses ‘just for being pretty’….and we were given a secret tour of the Dreieinigkeitskirche and its graveyard by a Bavarian-born Scarborough-educated outlandish character called Harald…and we lazed in the sun on the island…and went to the DULT for longer than advised with nice friends….and sat around offering teacakes to everyone without British citizenship who we came across.

And Priya fell in love with the people of Regensburg. And I fell in love with them all over again.