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”
Tag: Caravanning out of season
Torrential rain thundered on the roof of the caravan and we were surrounded by wet laundry. It was supposed to be sunny! Nevertheless, our view across the rolling hills of Bourgogne was shrouded with mist and we felt surprisingly relaxed; comfy, cosy and snuggled up with a coffee and four warm, sleepy puppies.
The internet was dead. On the road, we tether our laptops to our mobiles to go online. The signal had been poor yesterday, but the rain ensured that both phones had zero service and the campsite’s free WiFi was completely dead. The tragedy of being cut off like this on a rainy Thursday was that I was unable to find a launderette to address our mountain of steaming laundry. Continue reading “Wine & Wonder on a Wet Thursday – Noyers-sur-Serein, Bourgogne, France”
“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”