Until we reached the outskirts of Bad Lauterberg the walk had been very enjoyable and quiet. More wildflowers including this time some scabious and harebells. Then it rained. An absolute downpour so we sheltered under a tree for the worst of it with Angelo getting more like Eeyore by the minute. Once it let up we set off again as we thought we were close to our hotel. However, Bad Lauterberg, like many of the places we stopped in, is very strung out along the valley floor and it was absolutely ages before we tottered into the hotel.
Angelo didn't need his electric fence as he had a closed in, grassy area, at the side of the hotel which also had a shelter. We sat outside the Hotel Riemann with coffee while a reporter from HarzKurier interviewed us. The owner of the hotel also joined us as well as her daughter. I was a wreck after the rain and long walk; the owner was perfect in pale blue, carefully coiffed and made-up, and pearls. I felt just great when it came to picture time.
They had hoped to have a barbecue that evening and Jack was going to play his smallpipes but as it began to rain again this had to be cancelled although Jack did play a bit. Angelo had a fan club as usual and during dinner a little boy even came in to ask if it was OK to give him carrots. People did always ask which was reassuring since we didn't want him fed all sorts of rubbish.
Because of the weather which seemed rather on the turn we decided to cut out a few planned stops and shorten the walk. We were, after all, doing it for fun, not as a survival test.
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