Checkpoint Bravo, Berlin & A Boar

If you go down in the woods today, you’re in for a BIG surprise…

Sitting in the sun, overlooking tranquil waters, I wondered why I felt so out of sorts.

Our plans are constantly up in the air. Usually, that’s a fun part of our nomad lifestyle; when it’s pursuing a recommendation here or a must-see there. Unfortunately, it’s been more about infection spikes here and quarantine imposed there. Sadly, travelling in a pandemic, keeping abreast of the news has become a necessary evil.

Yesterday, we’d chased across almost the full width of Poland, from Lublin to Poznań, because we felt the need to get closer to home, just in case the borders closed. We had been looking forward to some windsurfing in Brittany, to make up for missing out on Poland’s north coast, but with coronavirus case numbers rising in France, that was not a given. In coronavirus times, uncertainty is the new certainty.

However, there is a positive side to being forced to watch the news. Had we not, we would have missed the cheeringly insane video of a middle-aged Berlin naturist giving chase to a wild boar, which had snatched his laptop.  

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12 Father’s Day Gifts for the Caravan / Motorhome Owner In Your Life

Although the dates vary, Father’s day is celebrated in 100 countries around the world. In the UK it’s just around the corner on 20th June.

Here are a few ideas for great gifts to suit all budgets, to treat the paternal figures in your life, be they Dads, Stepdads, Grandads or Dogfathers!

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The Great Escape: Lublin to Poznań, Poland

“It’s not a matter of if, but when this driver will have an accident. I can pinpoint exactly the timing of this accident. It will happen just after his luck runs out.”

This was one of Mark’s early driving assessments as a young and feckless courier. I plagiarised it now to deliver judgement on the truck driver, once I dared to uncover my eyes. Rounding a blind bend, we had come nose-to-nose with an articulated lorry, who had seized the day – and zero visibility – to pass a tractor.

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