“They will be fine!” The man’s claim was the embodiment of my worst fears. Vans and caravans have specialist tyres. My primary worry about getting them changed abroad was that we would end up with the wrong ones – and this chap’s offering could not be more wrong.
I laughed out loud as we got caught behind the slowest tractor ever, which crawled up the hill out of Sommerach at a speed so leisurely that it failed to register on our speedometer. Besides every plan going horribly awry, a further feature of this year’s tour has been a plenitude of Farmer Palmers. TheyContinue reading “Sommerach to Karlovy Vary, Czech Republic”
Since the caravan brakes didn’t fail and we’ve already used up the stress-making options of a Kamikaze Lorry and towing a caravan through the Mistral, Mark tried to add a different layer of excitement to our departure. As he loaded the bikes on to the van, he tried to amputate the end of his fingerContinue reading ““I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Cluny” – The City of the Horse, Bourgogne, France”
The Gorges du Verdon is the most wonderful part of France that you’ve never heard of. At least Mark and I hadn’t. I can’t understand why; what, with it being the world’s second largest canyon next to the Grand Canyon. Mark has seen the Grand Canyon, so could offer a comparison, “The Grand Canyon isContinue reading “A Week in Provence – Moustiers-Sainte-Marie & SUP in the Gorges du Verdon”