If you have been walking with us for some time, you will know that our returns to the UK are never straightforward – and this one had reached an unprecedented zenith of complexity. We had only arrived on British soil in November; however, by Christmas we had fitted in an assault, a boundary dispute, wildContinue reading “Back in Britain; a Fidose of Reality – Part 2”
Mark made a sly, nocturnal foray on to the roof of the caravan with a set of clippers. The following day, we found a note on the caravan requesting our presence at the Campsite Reception. With our history of evictions, we were more than a little worried.
You are often urged to ‘buy local’ but on our travels, we have discovered that in terms of maps, that can be a serious problem! In Monte Rosa, we had to send off to Stamfords of London to get a detailed, topographical map of the area. On Garda, we could get any number of cyclingContinue reading “Gallivanting on Garda – A Few of the Fab Four’s Favourites!”
We leave Campsite Maroadi via the lake entrance and turn left; over the bridge that straddles the slipway and past the watersports centre. We cross a larger bridge over the River Sarca, where it flows into the northern end of Lake Garda. We turn immediately left to join the path along the far side ofContinue reading “A Gad on Garda – ‘The Functional Walk’ along the Sarca River”