Last week I was on holiday in Germany. My wife’s late father served as an officer in the British Army of the Rhine, and she was keen to return to some of the places she had visited as a teenager. We stayed in Goslar, a charming small town on the edge of the Hartz Mountains, and visited Quedlinburg, a magical place of cobbled streets and half-timbered houses, overlooked by a brooding baroque castle. It was a very welcome break after the rigours o…
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