Peter Ustinov said, “Love is an endless act of forgiveness.” For Mark and me, living the dream had become an endless act of problem solving. We had done our best. At the first hint that France was ‘bubbling with coronavirus’ and might lock down, we’d made a homeward dash from the Ukranian border. Now, inContinue reading “Witches, Wurst & Walpurgisnacht, Harz, Germany”
One city. Sixteen palaces. Each with its own unique landscaped park surrounding it. It’s no wonder they call Potsdam ‘Germany’s Versailles’. It is a veritable fairy-tale kingdom, which embodies the Age of Enlightenment’s ethos of ‘A picturesque, pastoral dream to remind residents of their relationship with nature and reason’.
“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 theContinue reading “The Great Escape: Lublin to Poznań, Poland”
Caravan Kismet on our pitch before the arrival of the tent and French motorhome! “That will make getting out tomorrow interesting!” The campsite had plenty of space, but Mark’s comment referred to the French motorhome positioned directly in front of Caravan Kismet and the large tent to the right. With a fence to our left,Continue reading “Łańcut to Sandomierz – A De-Camp by Committee, Poland”