Adventure Caravanning with Dogs!
Tag: Caravan Humour
All we had to do was to take down the awning, but it took us a while to get on the road from Kamp Tura. Everyone seemed to stop and chat, not that we were complaining. It’s all part of the experience. Continue reading “Otočec; Camping & Castles on the River Krka, Slovenia”
My first love, before Freddie Mercury; even before Mr Spock; before pretty much anything else that I can remember other than my family – was horses.
For me, today was going to be the fulfilment of a dream. Mark had considered it as a surprise for my 40th Birthday, but it was closed. Last year, we had been forced to bail out of a planned trip due to violent thunderstorms. Third time lucky, we were going to visit the famous stud at Lipica (Lipizza in Italian) where they breed the iconic, white Lipizzaner dressage horses that are used by the Spanish Riding School in Vienna. Continue reading “Dobrodošli Dogs: Waggy Tails & White Horses – A Trip to the Famous Lipizzaner Stud Farm at Lipica, Slovenia”
Bojana, the owner of Kamp Tura had promised us a proper pitch when someone moved, however we hadn’t realised that it was on a first-come-first-served basis. The campsite was full and pitches that became vacant disappeared immediately! Continue reading “Hunting Dragons; Barefootin’ in Dog-Friendly Ljubljana, Slovenia”
“You can stay here if you want!” cackled the old woman, as she rearranged the flowers on the grave that she was tending.
We had reached a dead end, quite literally, next to a cemetery in Slovenia.
We had come from Verona and had been on the road for hours. We were looking for our first choice of campsite. “I don’t have the address, but we can’t miss it. Vremski Britof is only a small village. I read about the campsite on a blog and it sounds lovely. It’s right by a river!” Mark enthused.
Campsite Dujčeva Domačija was not listed in our Sat Nav. However, we had the postcode and it was that which had led us us confidently down the narrow road to the cemetery. It was the kind of narrow road that had me thinking “I hope that we won’t need to do a U-turn…”
Continue reading “Three Campsites & a Graveyard. The Sandal Saga in Slovenia!”
