Last house-sitting encounter before catching our train to Nuremberg was with a blacksmith ……

…… in his van, where he had everything he needed to shoe the horses.

After removing the shoes and cleaning up the hooves, he turned on his furnace and made the shoes red hot.

A few bangs with his hammer later, he fixed the new shoe.

Can you see the smoke? That is burning hoof, but the horse didn’t budge.

Mick enjoyed watching how this was done too. His grandfather George was a blacksmith from Attunga, NSW. I’m sure George would never have imagined such a thing as a mobile blacksmith.

The home owner told the blacksmith we were off to Estonia next and he told her he’d been there. He said it was very dangerous and he’d been robbed three times while he was there.

Hopefully things have improved in the fifteen years since he was there.

This was our final photo as we were leaving Eispertshofen. The girls weren’t too keen to get in the photo.