Sunday. Another beautiful day and we are off out again. Pat wants to visit her grandfathers war grave in the South West Cemetery.  Well this is as far from central Berlin as the airport and has no local rail connection so its taxi again. An amazing place in the countryside, so quiet, so peaceful. The layout of the English War Graves is exactly the same as all the other CWGC cemetery's. The staff are most helpful and apologetic that we have to purchase a map for the princely sum of 1 Euro which goes towards the upkeep. A lovely walk of about 1.5 km around the cemetery gets us to the English section and we actually manage to find the grave. The first visit anyone has made in the 98 years he has been there.
A shorter walk back means we have made a complete circuit and we repair to a restaurant for lunch. Now we have the ball to go to that night, we need to get back, have a sleep, eat, get ready and go out so of course it means a taxi back. This is really costing us a fortune.
Back at the hotel with a coffee from the cafe opposite and a fabulous huge chocolate eclair each then a couple of hours sleep.
Up and out to find something to eat then back to prepare for the evening, by the time we are ready it is getting on for ten o'clock. Of course the ball is in the East so...... TAXI !
When we arrive the fashion shows have started, a quick look and then find somewhere to sit before the scramble starts. From our vantage point we can peruse the outfits. Me? I'm in a black Cherry Pie dress from Libidex and Pat has been dressed by both Libidex and our dear friend Dolenta at Breathless in maroon and gold. We see many glorious outfits from military to traditional fetish including one couple in traditional dress, he in lederhosen and she looking like Hedi but both outfits made from latex !
We meet up with our frineds Peter and Sara, Peter is the official photographer for both Skin Two and Marquis and is in fine fettle with the help of half a bottle of Jim Beam as he has managed to sell his entire stock of DVD's at the fair that afternoon. The English contingent is giving it some stick out on the dancefloor and stage as we take our leave at around 2.45. The toll of travelling and our dashing hither and thither is taking its toll and its out into the night and back to the hotel, by taxi of course :-(