So here we are. It’s our last night in France and we’re back at the place we started from. We’re in Neufchatel en Bray in Normandy, this time on the paid Aire de Camping Car next to the campsite where we spent the first three nights of our trip. The campsite owner has made aRead more

We’re in the last few days of our time in France and we’re full of mixed feelings. It’s getting colder and the days are getting shorter so we’re spending much more time indoors. As motorhomes go, ours is quite a big one but it’s still a confined space for two women and two little dogs,Read more

After our visit to Taizé we made a list of possible stopovers for our journey west and then north towards home. Looking at the satnav we realised it was going to take about four hours to get to our destination on the banks of the Cher river. We love the Cher region and particularly theirRead more

I feel the need to pause from this account of our travels and stand beside the people of France, and indeed all the places of the world, where acts of violence have taken lives and broken hearts in the last few days. This is a sorrowful place to be at the moment. People are goingRead more

We fully intended to stay three nights in Cahors. In fact I was a little bit in love with the place and would have liked to stay a lot longer. We definitely wanted to see more of the city and the unusually generous three nights on a free aire seemed too good an opportunity toRead more

The lovely French lady we met at Albi was very keen to share her knowledge of beautiful places with us, despite the fact that her husband was only interested in getting in to the space we were vacating. It seems to me that the ability to resist the sound of that big growling engine runningRead more

We needed a change. That might sound incredible when you consider that we’ve slept in different places every night for seven nights on the trot but the rhythm of our days have been pretty much the same. Get up, walk the dogs, shower, walk them again, choose our next stopping place, buy food, drive toRead more

Before anyone asks, no I haven’t had a haircut yet. Deciding you need one on a Thursday evening is just about as sensible in France as it is in the UK. All the salons are full of people getting ready for the weekend. It’ll have to wait until Tuesday because the hairdressers are closed onRead more

We are in Montrejeau, a delightful little town beside the river Garonne on the edge of the French Pyrenees. We’ve just been for a beer in a pavement café and it was strong stuff – Affligem if you’re into that kind of thing – so this blog might be a little blurry round the edges. AsRead more

So we spent the night in the Truckstop near Zaragoza. The leak from the hatch above the bed stopped, we dried everything out by turning our hot air heating up to full and we wandered into the café to look for something for dinner. The man behind the bar was doing a version of plateRead more