The town of the Sykes! Never before have I regretted so much not having a black marker pen to hand… The town of Syke is, alas, not one of Germany’s most attractive destinations. A little run down and in need of investment (insert your own joke at this point). Pausing to take a picture of the Syke Bierhaus I was offered help by a bemused local. He didn’t seem to understand my connection with my name and the place where he lived but he did recommended a good restaurant a little further down the street. The two local police officers – Sandra (who has only worked here for six months) and Olaf (who is a Syker by birth!) were of more use; 45,000 people live in Syke, it has no industry to talk of and most people commute to Bremen to work. The ‘S’ in Syke is pronounced like a ‘Z’ and, according to Olaf (translated by Sandra), the word in German refers to the bottom bit of a valley. A €1 shop, McDonalds, kebab outlets, Aldi… You can imagine the kind of place it is. It redeems itself, however, by having two bike shops. Onwards!
I’ve just discovered this on the edge of Syke. Can someone explain what it refers to in 1809 and what’s the connection with Great Britain?