Tag: Travelling in europe with dogs

Three Campsites & a Graveyard. The Sandal Saga in Slovenia!

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“You can stay here if you want!”

“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…”

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“To Boldly Go Where No Van Has Gone Before!” Gran Paradiso – Italy

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Kai looks shocked; was it the cold shower or the hairpins?!

My day kicked off with four ten-second bursts of freezing cold water, full in the face. Continue reading ““To Boldly Go Where No Van Has Gone Before!” Gran Paradiso – Italy”

From Wage Slaves to Living the Dream – Our First Book in Print!

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We are delighted to announce that our first book is now available on Amazon, just  in time for Christmas! Continue reading “From Wage Slaves to Living the Dream – Our First Book in Print!”

Paradise Found! Camping La Chassagne, Auvergne, France

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Paradise Found!

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”