Tag: Caravan

On The Road – You can Listen to the Wireless!

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Young people – the meaning of ‘wireless’ in the mid 1900s. We Ancients had one at home!

If you travel with dogs, it is inevitable that you will, at some point, travel with a sick puppy.

Of course, the best time for this to happen is when, for one night and one night only, you are staying in a dog-friendly hotel room with white linen and – what were they thinking?!!! Carpets… Continue reading “On The Road – You can Listen to the Wireless!”

The Question that No-One Dares Ask – “What Does It Cost You to Tour Full Time?!”

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Money can’t buy you happiness – but it can buy you travel, which comes close!

We were made redundant at the age of 51 and 53 respectively. It was terrifying. Continue reading “The Question that No-One Dares Ask – “What Does It Cost You to Tour Full Time?!””

Avanton, Poitiers – Pays du Futuroscope

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Poitiers. Named after the famous actor, Sidney and a battle in 1356.

Well, I have earned my Yorkie bar! I have driven The Big Rig in France for the first time, including a successful reverse and a few incipient snakes when overtaking lorries.

As we left Penthievre, the plan was to go down the coast of Brittany to the Atlantic islands; Iles de Ré, Noirmoutier and Oleron. We decided on a whim to turn east instead of south and go inland. Our happy 6 weeks in Penthievre meant that it was now the mad, mad month of August and we figured that inland would be a bit less busy than the beach. Continue reading “Avanton, Poitiers – Pays du Futuroscope”

A Postcard from Quiberon – Part 2

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Don’t get Lost at Sea!

Lost At Sea; French by Numbers; Culinary Capers..

images (1)Greg, our Best Man asked us if we think we will survive this trip and I must admit, I do wonder. Our caravan learning curve has certainly involved a lot of destruction, although Mark calling me clumsy is like the pot and the kettle. He came in from windsurfing looking a bit sheepish. “I just had to self-rescue…” he admitted. He had forgotten to screw his sail to his board, so when he gained a bit of speed, the whole rig had come away in his hand!

Rosie has developed incredible skill an escape artist.  Continue reading “A Postcard from Quiberon – Part 2”