Gutersloh

 After the fair, we had a day to explore the town where we were staying, Gutersloh.  Only one slight hitch we had commuting between the two towns.  We boarded the right train to take us 'home' only to find it going in the wrong direction.  Another funny was the lady at the hotel reception spoke English with an almost perfect Lancashire accent.  It fact, I clocked it as the Bolton variety.  And would you Adam and Eve it, she was married to a Bolton lad.

The town's theatre.