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.Continue reading “Barolo or Bust – Camping Sole Langhe, Vergne, Italy”
“IMPOSS-I-BILE!” We had viewed an apartment for the winter ski season, which had a large parcel of land to the side. “IMPOSS-I-BILE!” was the very Italian reaction to our commitment to pay a deposit straight away if we could leave our caravan parked in a discreet corner of the land over the winter. I saidContinue reading “Agricamping Corte Comotto, Verona, Italy”
We have seen people arrive on campsites with all manner of vehicles; on motorbikes with tiny tents and with caravans pulled by vintage tractors. Today, I saw my favourite ever – two men rocked up with all of their kit packed in panniers aboard two donkeys!
Mark made a sly, nocturnal foray on to the roof of the caravan with a set of clippers. The following day, we found a note on the caravan requesting our presence at the Campsite Reception. With our history of evictions, we were more than a little worried.