Tag: Caravanning in Europe

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”

The Magic of Morvan; Jargeau to Vézelay, Bourgogne, France

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Lovely Lani

“You’re a sweetie. You’re my gorgeous girl. I love you soooo much!” crooned Mark. 

“What would you like me to do?” the satnav’s harsh, electronic monotone scythed across the tender moment.

“Shut up. I’m talking to Lani!” 

Strangely, that was the last that we heard from the satnav’s unpredictable voice-activation. As a result, we missed several turns, although blame did not fall entirely on the Silence of the Satnav.

“I’ve said before that you’re blind and deaf, but you do make up for it by not being dumb…” Mark crooned to me.

Well, my parents did always say, “You’re never alone with a Jackie!”  Continue reading “The Magic of Morvan; Jargeau to Vézelay, Bourgogne, France”