Our next stop was not far from the town of Bydgoszcz (sounds something like Bide-gosh-k) at what seemed like some kind of scout camp deep in the forest by a quiet river. I imagined the place in the summer teeming with youngsters, sleeping in tepees, canoeing on the river and sitting around camp fires in the evenings. But now the clearing in the forest was eerily quiet and the only sounds we could hear were cries of the water fowl. When night fell the silence was total and we passed a peaceful night in the absolute darkness of the forest.
The next day we drove on to Poznań to the premises of Camperspol who, in 2019, converted our 2003 MAN fire truck into a motor home.
We had an issue with a small leak in the central heating system and Camperspol were able to trace the problem and replace a hard to access pipe.
We knew Poznań well, having spent many weeks there whilst the truck was being converted and we enjoyed a few days staying at Lake Malta not far from the city centre.
Eating out was a real pleasure in Poland. The cooking was honest and the quality of the ingredients was exceptional. Most restaurants stayed open from midday until midnight. We used to reckon that a Polish restaurant bill would be half the equivalent of the UK; recently dining out in
Poland had got a little more expensive. A top of the range meal would cost £50 a head and an enormous steak, chips and salad meal (Tony had spare ribs) cost £25 a head including beers. A filled roll from a service station would be less than £1.50.
