We’ve taken leave of Cherbourg, moving a short hop down the coast. There’s a woodland walk to the Viaduc de Fermanville.
We’ve taken leave of Cherbourg, moving a short hop down the coast. There’s a woodland walk to the Viaduc de Fermanville.
It might have taken 48 days, but we’re finally in France. The plan is to slowly cruise the northern coast from Cherbourg to Calais, hopefully serving to both keep us within our mileage limit and deliver a last, if petite, French adventure.
Well it’s finally here. The eleusive workshop appointment. Once more, our fate is in other’s hands.
Very, very excited! We’re off to see Highclere Castle! Affectionately reimagined as Downton Abbey to those of us who’ve faithfully followed the comings and goings of the the Crawley family as they and their staunchly faithful family retainers navigate their way through the changes of the early 21st century.
That slower pace we enjoyed at Ferry Meadows? We liked it so much much, we’re doing again at Cirencester, an historic market town in Gloucestershire, frequently referred to as the ‘Capital of the Cotswolds’.
I don’t know if it’s ever happened to you, but sometimes when you’re on holiday…you just need a holiday.
Our journey takes us to Peckover House, a Georgian townhouse built in 1722, home to the Peckover family for 150 years.
It’s fantasticly old world, a grand, 500 year old red brick manor house sat atop a moat.
We might have burned a stack of miles to get here, but there’s an absolute treat in northeast England – the royal family’s private winter retreat, Sandringham.
Norwich, a cathedral town that began as the Anglo Saxon settlement ‘Northwic’ in the 5th – 7th centuries, growing to England’s second largest and wealthiest city driven by a booming wool and textile trade. Today Norwich has the distinction of being the most complete medieval city in the UK.