Tag: Caravan Humour

Barolo or Bust – Camping Sole Langhe, Vergne, Italy

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Ready to Roll in the Rain; Except, Houston; We Had a Problem!

A Lesson about Leccy & A Trauma in the Terroir

At 9pm, the gods turned a fire hose on us. The furious winds that had battered caravan Kismet all day gave way to torrential, hammering rain. The ferocity of the wind vindicated our decision to stay an extra day in Les Arbrets and avoid towing. (For advice on towing in wind, please see my blog To Tow or Not to Tow? – Is it Safe to Tow in High Winds?)

The following the morning, we were smothered by snuggly pups; perhaps scared by the rain still hammering on the roof. It made for a slower than intended start; Ruby gave us one of her little songs, then every time I tried to get up, she threw her paws around my neck and pushed me back down. Puppy love is impossible to resist!

In any case, it wasn’t the most alluring day to get outside. A swamp the size of The Everglades had formed around Kismet’s step, then, things improved markedly once we had squelched through it to pack everything away in the rain. For the first time in her life, Big Blue refused to start. Her battery was completely dead. Continue reading “Barolo or Bust – Camping Sole Langhe, Vergne, Italy”

Vents Violentes, The Beautiful Village & The Eternal Hill – Vézelay to Les Abrets, Isère, France

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Atop its ‘Eternal Hill’ – the village of Vézelay, ‘one of the most beautiful villages in France.’

A wet morning gave way to a better afternoon – and the opportunity to explore the medieval streets of Vézelay, ‘one of the most beautiful villages in France.’ Continue reading “Vents Violentes, The Beautiful Village & The Eternal Hill – Vézelay to Les Abrets, Isère, France”

Otočec; Camping & Castles on the River Krka, Slovenia

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Our pitch on the Krka River at Kamp Otočec

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”

Dobrodošli Dogs: Waggy Tails & White Horses – A Trip to the Famous Lipizzaner Stud Farm at Lipica, Slovenia

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A Lipizzaner mare and her foal greet us on the drive into the stud at Lipica

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”

Hunting Dragons; Barefootin’ in Dog-Friendly Ljubljana, Slovenia

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Close-up of one of the pillars on the Dragon Bridge, Ljubljana

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”

Three Campsites & a Graveyard. The Sandal Saga in Slovenia!

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“You can stay here if you want!”

“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!”