Today very nearly started a bit awry as neither Tim’s nor my alarms seemed to work properly with the former going off around 2 am and me forgetting that my alarms are set to repeat on weekdays only…fortunately the body-alarm clock managed to kick in around 6:20 and we just made it in time to start the morning round of checks. Although ostensibly a full work day, Saturday passed relatively easily as we’ve taken enough measurements to show that there’s no need for 2 repeats of the time-consuming titrations we’ve been carrying out, dramatically reducing the amount of time and acid spent on the testing. (We now have a feel for the range of numbers expected so if a test comes up outside of that range we’ll double check the experiment.)

Well it's not a full-on hard work day for everyone on the farm...

Well it’s not a full-on hard work day for everyone on the farm…Photo credits to Tim!

With a little spare time around the testing we were able to finish off and fine-touch the procedures and reports for the bits and bobs we’ve been writing over the last few days and send them off to Thorsten for approval. It’s pretty cathartic to be able to produce something that is hopefully useful in repayment for the kindness, time, board and lodging that’s been bestowed on us.

Come the afternoon we finished the last round of electricity meter testing and finished a bit earlier than expected so took an early shower and relaxed in the room until the final round of checks just before dinner. That evening Thorsten had suggested we go to a bouldering wall with friends and family of his and Susie’s so we jumped in the car and headed to Nurnberg for the evening with the journey providing a range of comical topics of discussion, especially our attempts at the various dialect ways of saying Nurnburg (it turns out we Brits are just useless at saying it).

For a sense of scale, that's me in the red jacket peering into the storage tank for the gulle (watery end product that's returned to the fields). Photo credits to Tim!

For a sense of scale, that’s me in the red jacket peering into the storage tank for the gulle (watery end product that’s returned to the fields). Photo credits to Tim!

The climbing wall was pretty awesome. Recently extended, it’s about twice to three times the size of the Depot in Leeds (for those who know the reference), covers two floors and has a huge range of interesting problems across a wide range of abilities. Even newcomers to the climbing craze enjoyed the euphoria of getting to the top of a route, the burning pain in the forearm and the knowledge that dry, gnarled fingers and numb toes brings.

Completely unlike any wall in the UK, the cafe here not only served gourmet pizza but also beer. Yes, beer at a climbing wall. There’s nothing quite like a Russian (white-beer shandy) to pluck up the courage to have a go at that damned green route that’s been annoying you and tearing your fingers apart all night.

After another hour or so clambering around the wall closed at 11pm and we got changed and headed to McDonald’s to replenish some of the calories we’d managed to burn through and protein needed for muscle repair. That was the excuse anyway. In McD’s we were told how the food standards in the German outlets were so high that it was probably one of the best fast food outlets if you’re stuck in Germany. Personally, I think I’ll stick to a falafel pitta if I can get one (since the cous cous salad had stealth cheese) but the salad was really fresh and Thorsten and Andy were telling us how the farms that McD’s source from have to adhere to higher standards than is usual for the rest of Germany. Similar to pretty much everyone I’ve met in Franconia (this German region) so far, everyone was incredibly pleasant, welcoming and funny. Here, if mentioning that I’m from Essex people tend to think that is where the running shoes (Asics) come from. That’s one hell of an improvement on TOWIE.

We got back to the farm pretty late, well 12:45 certainly seems pretty late at the moment, and agreeing to go running/ biking with Thorsten and his brother Christian at 8:30 the next day we thought it was probably best to hit the sack.