I have just created a Booksprout account and there are 20 electronic review copies of my new book, Dogs n Dracula – A Road Trip Through Romania, up for grabs if anyone would be kind enough to read and review it by 30th November.
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Although it is Book 3 in the series, it does stand alone, since each book covers just one of our single trips.
With a mix of fascinating history, spectacular nature, castles and captivating medieval citadels, find out why The Spectator claims that “Romania is “Europe’s most overlooked holiday destination”.
And find out why, according to everyone else, it was somewhere where we would be robbed, scammed, kidnapped by gypsies, eaten by bears or attacked by wild dogs and wolves – if we managed to avoid the floods and riots!
You will learn the truth about Prince Charles – and how we truly did ‘Boldly Go Where No Van Has Gone Before’!
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Thank you! The Fab Four and I will be eternally grateful.
Although the book is already published, ‘Advance Review Copies’ is simply Booksprout’s terminology.
“You can stay here if you want!” cackled the old woman, as she rearranged the flowers on the grave that she was tending.
We had reached a dead end, quite literally, next to a cemetery in Slovenia.
We had come from Verona and had been on the road for hours. We were looking for our first choice of campsite. “I don’t have the address, but we can’t miss it. Vremski Britof is only a small village. I read about the campsite on a blog and it sounds lovely. It’s right by a river!” Mark enthused.
Campsite Dujčeva Domačija was not listed in our Sat Nav. However, we had the postcode and it was that which had led us us confidently down the narrow road to the cemetery. It was the kind of narrow road that had me thinking “I hope that we won’t need to do a U-turn…”
I tend to fill the kettle and leave it on the hob the night before. In the compact living space of the caravan, this means that all I need to do is lean out of bed to reach the knob to switch it on for my morning coffee!
The occupants of the tent next door were up early; it was 07:30. The smell of toast wafted into the caravan. I love the morning smells of a campsite. In Britain, the delicious smell of bacon frying…
My reverie was interrupted by the shrill screech of the smoke alarm. I shot out of bed. The kettle was still cold! It seems that half asleep, in semi-darkness and without my glasses, I had turned on the grill rather than the hob. Crumbs in the grill pan explained the smell of toast as they heated up to the point of near combustion… Thank goodness for the smoke alarm. Otherwise maybe WE would have been toast! Continue reading “Paradise Found! Camping La Chassagne, Auvergne, France”→
I have told the Pawsome Foursome not to let fame go to their heads. They said that they won’t let it change them and will still freely give Pawtographs – particularly to anyone who happens to be wearing white trousers…!