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

We were sad to leave the sunshine, the fun and the friends we’d made at Camping Marjal near Alicante but we were ready for a new adventure. It’s not normally our style to stand still on a site for more than a few days – I guess that says a lot about what a brilliantRead more

Poppy’s body clock is scarily accurate. Every morning at 7.30 a.m. she emits a short sharp bark that roughly translated means, “Get up! I need a pee.” The second part of that statement is added to make sure she gets what she wants. We know fine well that in Scotland she can sleep until 9.30a.m.Read more

Life has a habit of biting you on the smug bits. Yesterday, after we’d been swimming I was amused by Shirley’s plight on the way back to the van. We still had our damp swimsuits on under shorts and Tshirts and hers had left a mark on her shorts that looked suspiciously like a smallRead more

We have a guilty secret. Sometimes we give names to the people we come across when we’re travelling. Usually it’s people we see at a distance or … oh dear … people who irritate us. I know. It might not be a very PC thing to do but boy is it entertaining. Here are a coupleRead more