Oh gosh, after 128km yesterday, my legs felt heavy and could have done with an easy ride. Which they largely got - until the last 20km or so - which included two 200m+ climbs. The second one I did almost twice as I took a wrong turn up a parallel lane - and ground my way uphill until the lane came to a gated farmyard. Behind the mercifully high gate, three large dogs were enraged by my presence - and kicked up a hell of a fuss. A sign on the gate warned, somewhat unnecessarily, of fierce dogs. I reexamined my route - and realised I had to drop back to the bottom of the hill and start again up the right road. When I got to my BnB, the owner informed me, again somewhat unnecessarily, that Schollbrunn is the highest village in the region . . . . Before then, I had passed through a countryside of meadows and then vineyards - some of the latter on slanted terraces up steep valley sides. Just before Triefenstein, a monstrous plant (the photo does not adequately capture its massiveness) bestrode the road to link it with the River Main. A stork pottered unconcerned on this road. Fewer cycle lanes - so more riding on roads. Gosh - German drivers do ride fast & close . . . .