We had been home for almost three months when the urge drove us back to take Heidi the Hymer on a trip. She hadn’t been idle all these months with family members making good use of her and some bits of upgrading being done. A strange thing happens to us when we’ve been on aRead more
We are home and it’s time to finish the latest tale and reflect on where we’ve been. We spent our last five nights in Camping St Clair at Neufchâtel en Bray. This is the town we usually begin and end each trip and it feels very familiar now. Poppy had her necessary visit to theRead more
Camping Risle Seine is in upper Normandy about twenty miles inland from Honfleur. We chose it because it has a golf course on one side and beautiful lakes to walk around on the other. The town of Pont Audemer is a ten minute cycle away with everything we might need and we could see thatRead more
It was hard to leave La Roche Bernard. We had enjoyed five nights in our huge pitch by the riverside and on the last couple of days had some good chats with our neighbour, an Irishman called Pat (no, this isn’t the start of a joke) who liked to tour France on a massive motorbikeRead more
Almost every time we have visited France in the last few years we have been travelling out of season in late autumn or early spring, spending the colder days of winter as far south as we could get in Europe. When we had endless time to spend this was practical and undeniably pleasant. One ofRead more
At Lac de Pardoux we enjoyed hot walks beside the water and watched French teenagers ignoring all the safety signs around the footbridges over the lake. “Don’t jump in from here!” … of course they did. Great whoops of delight from their friends and gasps of horror from everyone else. There were diving and jumpingRead more
We had a wonderful evening with our French neighbours. They were so keen to improve their English and to help us improve our French that the evening became almost hysterical as we tried to communicate. Danielle and Jose, the absolute soul of kindness and hospitality, gave us artisan beer (yes I know, the alcohol fastRead more
We left Camping El Garrofer in Sitges, detouring to a local shopping area where there is an outdoor Laundromat. It was in the carpark of a supermarket in one of the less salubrious areas outside of the town just up the road from Lidl where we usually do our final shop before leaving. Unfortunately, theRead more
It’s about 550 miles from the north of Portugal to Sitges on the Mediterranean coast just south of Barcelona. We rarely drive more than 150 miles a day and so we knew that the trip would involve several overnight stops. For us this makes the journey interesting, stopping at places we’ve never been before andRead more
There was no doubt that the aire at Betanzos was a fine place to stay for a couple of days yet on the first night our moods were low. The problem was that other than Muncho in Foz hardly anyone had spoken to us since we arrived in Galicia. Even though we understood that peopleRead more