Putting Pawprints Across The Planet!
Tag: Caravan Humour
“How do you plan where to go on your trips?”
A good question. It is one that we’re often asked, although, the answer is not straightforward. Continue reading “A Dog-Friendly Wine Tour, Barolo, Italy”
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”
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”
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”
