Sometimes it’s better not to know what’s ahead until it’s behind you. On a cycling tour we check the weather forecast several times a day of course. The past two days have been perfect, but today: “Konstanz – rain, max 10 deg, headwind strength 3.” Not ideal cycling weather.
Thanks to my correspondent Ken for reminding me of an excellent story about Lake Constance that is vaguely relevant here. It’s worth a clumsy segue to tell it…
On a dark, stormy and snow-swept night, a lost and disoriented rider arrived on his horse in the town of Konstanz. ‘Where did you spring from?’ asked the gobsmacked townsfolk. The rider pointed into the blizzard swirling behind him. ‘Impossible!’ said the people, ‘You’ve ridden across the frozen lake. Nobody has ever survived that treacherous crossing!’ The rider, suddenly understanding the danger he had passed, clutched at his heart and fell dead from shock.
Peter Handke turned the concept into a play, The Ride Across Lake Constance.
So, back to our ride…
The rain looked set to stay for the day, but hardy Australian cyclists we met at breakfast were strapping plastic bags over their shoes and hoping for the best.
Mevrouw T took the wiser option – putting the bike on the super-efficient Swiss train and meeting me 30km down the road in Romanshorn.
By the time Mevrouw T and I were reunited in Romanshorn, the rain was easing off.
And when we rolled into Konstanz itself, the sun was making an effort to break through.
Once again, sculptor Peter Lenk has been at work in Konstanz. His nine metre high Imperia dominates the harbour, and has become the town’s most recognisable symbol.
There were just a few kilometres to put in to reach the end of the journey…