In the quaint village of Deopham, Norfolk, our house-sitting adventure unfolded with warmth and charm. Tasked with caring for Janis and Peter’s lively Cocker Spaniels, Kali and Isla, who i...
Time does have a way of slipping by quickly and since rolling fresh off the ferry last October we have been keeping busy. The excitement of another new beginning mixed with a touch of back pain ...
Back on the road we continue to wander the coastal paths of Brittany that lead us back into Normandy, and it seems like Autumn has arrived, with the long summer days now gone and the arrival of shorte...
Travelling clockwise along the coast of Brittany we already have a different opinion of this region compared to last year when the heat and crowds got the better of us, so when the opportunity arises ...
It’s Sunday morning and time to move on again and as we haven’t seen much of the sea this trip we decide to head towards the Atlantic coast and follow the jagged coastline and waves into Britt...
After getting our knuckles wrapped last year at the Calais border crossing for over staying we thought we had better do the right thing this year and get a visa, so I thought I would write about our e...
So far this year I haven’t dragged John on a Chateau crawl but finding ourselves back in a familiar place I seizure the opportunity to visit a chateau that we have passed several times before but th...
It’s inevitable that at some stage we were going to stumble upon places we have been to before and this year it seems to be happening far more than in other years with the weather being so unpredict...
Leaving the Auvergne Rhône-Alpes we travel roughly 180 miles passing through the Ardeche and into the Occitania region where the temperature continues to rise daily so it’s a hot few days befo...
With the men’s Tour De France over we spend a couple of days catching up on the laundry, shopping and giving the motorhome a tidy because it’s been rather neglected in the last couple of w...
Having written about the Tour de France in the past I won’t bore anyone with the history this time, Let’s just say this year will see the 110th edition of the Tour start its Grand depart in Ba...
The small village of Arget has just 70 inhabitants and we become part of this community for the next couple of weeks whilst house-sitting. Pulling up outside of the house we are greet...
It’s been a couple of weeks since we crossed the border at Irun back into France and at that time we were shocked to see the price of diesel €1.62 per litre, we had certainly been spoilt in Sp...
What a difference a border makes we have gone from the quiet sleepy villages of Portugal into the land of the loud, fast-talking Spanish. Our chosen park up for the night is right next to the river&nb...
It’s always strange getting back in the motorhome after being at a house sit for a few weeks but we soon get into the swing of things, and back to watching the comings and goings of the place we cal...
Driving along the now familiar roads we turn off the N17 towards the old Portuguese town of Coja where we start the 5km climb along the winding tarmac road that then turns to a rubble dirt track once ...
Packed up and ready for this year’s adventures we head off with what we believe to be plenty of time to get to the port of Dover but as we travel along the A20 there’s a bang and when John get...
Since last October we have continued to live a rather nomadic lifestyle travelling to different areas in the UK, house-sitting, and visiting family and friends. While most people who work 9-5 ha...
Living as a caveman would not be many people’s choice of lifestyle but living out in the wild has appealed to Will Lord since he was a young boy and we are fortunate enough to spend a few hours ...
Sitting on the King’s Lynn to Thetford road is the village of Wretham which was once shaken by World War II aircraft at the nearby Military airbase, which today along with Thetford forest and farmla...
Just five miles from the vibrant market town of Cirencester is the small village of Rendcomb where we spend 10 days house-sitting for Charles and Fiona’s cats, Lizzie, Bertie and Jasper. The v...
Travelling down the M4 on a Sunday morning we find ourselves being diverted along the M3 wasn’t what we were expecting and I’m sure John thinks the ‘Route Baree’ are following him from...
Back in the UK and wanting to continue our travels we decide not to return to our house but to housesit allowing us to visit family, friends and to see different parts of the country. Once off t...
Over the last few years like lots of people, John and I had enjoyed motorhome touring freedom across Europe, with the only restriction on our movement being the need to come back to the UK to see fami...
Finally, our trip is coming to an end and as the ferry slowly leaves the Port of Calais I thought I would write about the good, the bad, and I was going to say ugly but ugly didn’t feature this time...
Time does fly, and yet another week is over for us and the end of our adventure is now looming as we zig-zag our way along the A16 towards the port of Calais. Northern France is a stunning regio...
Honfleur is a traditional old French fishing village, with cobbled streets, timber houses, weekly markets, and even a merry-go-round dating back to 1900 so it’s a magnet for tourists with everything...
Back in the Pays de la Loire we decide to revisit some of the places we have been to before and after months of me nagging John that we need to stop moving on each day and spend sometime in these ar...
We think there’s something about the idea of taking an old French decaying property and restoring it to its former glory that particularly appeals to us Brits so reading that channel 4 was due to re...
After the rain comes the floods as we continue around the coast of Brittany. Fortunately, we were up high so weren’t affected but when we park up in Ploudalmezeau we are warned not to park in some o...
It’s Monday morning and our first port of call today is the supermarket to stock up and try to purchase a French sim card. Since the 23rd of May this year the rules on using data a broad changed...
Heading further north we were hoping for a cooler climate however the fierce heat wave that in recent weeks has left much of Europe and the UK wilting under its scorching sun just seems to be continui...
After 4 days of being parked at the side of the road with our travelling neighbours, we are now going our separate ways so we say our goodbyes and head back to Gramat to use their services however the...
Moving into south-central France we enter the Cantal department and over the next week we slowly make our way across to The Lot region where we park just outside of the village of Gram...
The Alps rival any region of France for drama, beauty and excitement and none more so than when the Tour de France arrives. Over the next week, we watch several stages of the tour which saw us travel ...
Realising that the Tramway du Mont Blanc is in Saint Gervais Les Bains we decide to take a trip up the mountain. At 4,810m, Mont-Blanc (or Monte Bianco, in Italian), is the highest mountain in Europe,...
The south of France has no shortage of canals and rivers that join together before meandering into the Mediterranean but we decide to leave the Canal du Midi behind and turn inland towards the alps. B...
Passing Carcassone to our right we head for the village of Marsiellette to start our next house sit. Surrounded by vines at the edge of the village Adrian and Annmarie’s stunning home is set on...
Crossing back into France through the Pyrenees into the Bayonne district the radio instantly changes back to typical French music that has a  sentimental tone, it’s the only European country we h...
With a heat wave continuing to spread we decide to travel early morning back across the unmanned border into Spain and there’s a slight breeze as we follow the winding Douro river out of Portugal th...
Before leaving the Arganil district we spend a couple of days at a site about 10 minutes from the village of Barril de Alva, it’s a quiet place with just one bar and shop. The site is set on t...
The next leg of our journey sees us heading inland to central Portugal, (70 Km East of Coimbra, 5Km from Coja) and Vinho is the closest village to our next house sit, and we soon make ourselves known ...
It’s Mothering Sunday here when we cross the border into Portugal and with the radio now blaring out modern or just tunes we know it already seems calmer here. The beginning of May marks t...
Unlike the Mediterranean coastline there’s no buzzing atmosphere on this part of the Atlantic coast there are just charming fishing villages with some unspoilt beaches, and historical sites, however...
After being kept awake by our French neighbour who then proceeds to lean across our bonnet this morning resulting in John banging the dashboard and window screen, we should have known ...
With the Pyrenees to the left and the Basque coast ahead, we pass through Hendaye the last French town before crossing the border into Spain. Served by the Paris-Bordeaux-Irun rail service it’s a hi...
On leaving Bergerac we are undecided on where to head next and with the weather still looking gloomy in this area we move further south. In need of groceries, we stop at Miramont de Guyenne, itâ€...