Durmersheim is located in southern Germany on the edge of the Black Forest and near to the Rhine and the French Border.


It lies half way between Karlsruhe and Baden-Baden, close to an excellent wine region and surrounded by asparagus and strawberry growing fileds.


It has a delightful half-timbered village centre, now relieved of much traffic by a new bypass, with a Museum, the Church of St Dionysus and is also renowned for the 13th Century Pilgrim Church of Maria Bickersheim.


Durmersheim (pronounced Dormers-heim) is well served by sports and leisure facilities and the population of 12,000 support many clubs and societies. There are some excellent walking routes in the area.


There is also a ‘Littlehampton Square’ in Durmersheim.


On our many Twinning visits we have visited such places as the luxurious town of Baden-Baden, a Mercedes factory, Wine Cellars, Sinheim Transport Museum and Heidelberg. We have also joined in the three-yearly Bäretriewerfest.

We Twinned with Durmersheim in 1985

The arms of Durmersheim are divided into two areas. On the left the yellow and red show that in the past the town belonged to the Dukedom of  Bade. On the right the yellow Bishop’s crook on the blue background relate to Durmersheim, at one time, belonging to the Bishopric of Speyer and that some old cloisters existed in the locality.


From the history of the village of Durmersheim


A long time ago a man, plagued by terrible ‘digestive’ problems, was walking from Malsch to Durmersheim. He was possibly the worse for drink - and, in a field, he squatted down by a corn-store to deal with his ‘urgent needs’. It was then, with his trousers round his ankles, that he suddenly heard a hum and a gnarling behind him, and thought to himself “What could that be?”,“Perhaps

a bear?”  With thoughts of horror at his possible misfortune, he ran as fast he could to Durmersheim. As he arrived at the village he began to scream, “Listen, hear what I am telling you, a huge bear is in the field!”


The villagers, whether rich or poor, were mobilised to chase the bear. They were armed with sabers, pistols and any weapon they could grab even axes and flails and, so equipped, they marched to the field. Making lots of noise and with unbounded courage they prepared themselves to face the bear. But the disappointment is rather embarrassing, nobody will ever forget: In the field instead of a fierce bear was just a small black Poodle dog!


For this reason “Durmerscher Bäretriewer”, a town ‘Fest’, is celebrated every three years.