I feel blessed to have lived near the Ahr Valley for the last six years. We have visited this region often – all seasons and all weathers. We have been here for the Christmas markets, wine festivals, with friends, family, colleagues, alone, by car and by train. I never tire of it. I love the way the vineyards cling to the impossibly steep slopes or when the fast-flowing river freezes over and makes me feel like I am in an Alpine winter resort. I adore the little red train that winds its way gently through the dramatic landscape, over bridges and through tunnels that are almost as spectacular as the rocky crags that cast a cold shadow over large swathes of the autumn valley. The Rotweinwanderweg is a splendid walking route where you feel the full heat of the summer sun and where thankfully, there are plenty of places to stop for refreshments or to admire the views. I like it most when the grapes are ripe and being picked by the workers who slowly work their way up the steep slopes high above the wine taverns and restaurants below. The Ahr is wonderful for coffee-drinkers, wine connoisseurs, walkers, cyclists, dancers, historians, geologists and people from England who like to get out and walk their dog. I feel like its our little secret. The guidebook we bought in England before moving here does not even mention the Ahr. Its wines are mainly red, and despite the superb quality of its Pinot Noir for example, I don’t think it is available outside of Germany. The locals seem to keep this charming little place and its wine all to themselves, and who can blame them.
Here are a few pictures I took today.
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