Breakfast in the sun after a night sampling the fleshpots of Alba. These are vinyards surrounding the village of Barbaresco, where we had planned to stop the night, so as to allow some serious wine tasting. Sadly the promised motorhome…
Breakfast in the sun after a night sampling the fleshpots of Alba. These are vinyards surrounding the village of Barbaresco, where we had planned to stop the night, so as to allow some serious wine tasting. Sadly the promised motorhome…
Ah..Italian…that mellifluous, yet complex, lingo. Its not just a question of adding o or i to English words, as the Missus suggested. A largo vino is , I think , a lake of wine, not a large wine. But it…
The campsite was shut when we arrived but after sitting in front of the gates for a few minutes, looking forlorn, a much pierced and tattooed Italian took pity and let us in…said they would open up for us. A…
We are having a little trouble with the Italian wifi….a bit slow, so we are slightly behind log wise. However…on the 16th we had an exciting day traversing the Southern Alps…up to 2,500 metres, dodging glaciers, polar bears and…
Thursday 15th March Lac d’Orient to Lyon We travelled 200 miles south using the autoroute and arrived at Les Porte du Beaujolais outside Lyon in brilliant sunshine. We took les chiens pour une cycle ride by the river. We met…
We have just spent the last few days travelling south. We had a couple of nights at a lovely campsite at Géraudot on the Lac d’Orient and Lac d’Auzon Temple near to Troyes. The two bright turquoise, man-made lakes, supply…
We left the caravan club site at Folkestone (reasonably) early to check in for the ferry crossing. Penny and Colin are now old sea dogs and take a ferry crossing in their stride. They have their pet passports ready at…
11th March near Folkestone This evening we shared a bottle or two of Pinot Grigio with Arthur and Joan at Black Horse Caravan Club Site near Folkestone. They, like us, are heading to France in the morning. Joan wandered over…
10th and 11th March We had a very pleasant drive down through the Cotswolds to arrive in Alresford, Hampshire in brilliant warm sunshine. We parked Mavis on the drive of my brother Paul and his wife Nel’s house We had…