I tend to fill the kettle and leave it on the hob the night before. In the compact living space of the caravan, this means that all I need to do is lean out of bed to reach the knob to switch it on for my morning coffee!
The occupants of the tent next door were up early; it was 07:30. The smell of toast wafted into the caravan. I love the morning smells of a campsite. In Britain, the delicious smell of bacon frying…
My reverie was interrupted by the shrill screech of the smoke alarm. I shot out of bed. The kettle was still cold! It seems that half asleep, in semi-darkness and without my glasses, I had turned on the grill rather than the hob. Crumbs in the grill pan explained the smell of toast as they heated up to the point of near combustion… Thank goodness for the smoke alarm. Otherwise maybe WE would have been toast! Continue reading “Paradise Found! Camping La Chassagne, Auvergne, France”→
I have told the Pawsome Foursome not to let fame go to their heads. They said that they won’t let it change them and will still freely give Pawtographs – particularly to anyone who happens to be wearing white trousers…!
Brrrrr! We had frost on our awning today, but we were cuddly-cosy in the caravan! The coldest November day for 6 years, apparently. We are reflective as our first year of unexpected adventures draws to a close and we head towards Christmas at Hunter’s Moon Caravan Club Site, Wareham.
And in conclusion – it is really difficult to write a conclusion.
We thought that we had lost everything when our working lives ended unexpectedly, but as that chapter closed, we realised that adventure starts at the end of your comfort zone.
After more than 30 years of targets and deadlines, we are getting better at not feeling guilty about getting up late, relaxing and doing as we please. One thing that we can’t drop from that ingrained working mindset, however, is that when we finish one trip, we need to have the next trip booked, so that we have something to look forward to.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness; a tender look which becomes a habit.” – Peter Ustinov
Many years ago, a boyfriend and I formulated an escape plan that involved a boat. He held a Yachtmaster’s certificate and had crewed on boats around the world. I had drunk gin and been ‘rail meat’ on a few pleasure yachts in the Solent. I had also undertaken a voyage to the Isle of Wight for lunch. Once. Continue reading “The Knowledge – The Perils of Proximity”→