Tag: Full Time Caravan Touring

Living the Dream in Lockdown – Our First Month in Italian Isolation

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Living the Dream in Lockdown – At least we have each other!

I vowed always to be honest in my blog and not to pull any punches. Our ‘dream’ lifestyle has many advantages, but it is not always sunshine and rainbows.

Living the Dream in Lockdown has not been too bad, but three weeks in, I did have a little wibble. Continue reading “Living the Dream in Lockdown – Our First Month in Italian Isolation”

Dogs in Barolo Wine Museum & A Template for a Long Lost Tattoo

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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”

Wine & Wonder on a Wet Thursday – Noyers-sur-Serein, Bourgogne, France

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What to do on a wet Thursday in a caravan? Cuddle a puppy – or better still, cuddle TWO puppies!

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”

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”