The Fab Four in front of the St Leon fountain, Éguisheim’s own Pope
“For breakfast, they have a massive bowl of coffee, like a cereal bowl, and they dip in pieces of a huge, bell-shaped cake, called
These were the awed observations of cultural differences, relayed to my parents, following my first ever trip abroad. Aged 14, I had been on a school exchange to Alsace to learn French.
As if cake for breakfast were not enough! Alsace is a magical place of wine, castles and culture tucked next to the Rhine in north-east France, right on the German border.
Continue reading “Of Mice & Men – Éguisheim, Alsace, France”
Since the caravan brakes didn’t fail and we’ve already used up the stress-making options of a Kamikaze Lorry and towing a caravan through the Mistral, Mark tried to add a different layer of excitement to our departure. As he loaded the bikes on to the van, he tried to amputate the end of his finger on my spokes.
Stemming the flow of husbandly blood is always a fine prelude to a road trip.
Continue reading ““I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Cluny” – The City of the Horse, Bourgogne, France”
Big Blue & Caravan Kismet stop to admire the lavender fields of the Valensole plateau
Big Blue and Caravan Kismet were all packed up and ready to go by 9am, right on schedule.
We had appointments in Avignon the following day.
After our hair-raising drive in, the plan was to leave early and get the precipitous hairpins of the Gorges du Verdon out of the way before it got too busy, but once again, the gods had conspired against us. Continue reading “A Week in Provence – Verdon to Avignon: We Plan, The Gods Laugh…”
Castello Falletti, Barolo
“How does Mark decide on designs for his tattoos?” Another question that we’re often asked.
All of his tattoos have significance, but as with, “How do you decide where to go on your travels?” – it is a question with an equally convoluted answer.
Continue reading “Dogs in Barolo Wine Museum & A Template for a Long Lost Tattoo”