Wimereux, Cap Gris Nez & Wissant – it sounds like we’ve travelled miles today, doesn’t it? In reality it’s a series of short hops along the Opal Coast, a mere 24 km in total.
Wimereux, Cap Gris Nez & Wissant – it sounds like we’ve travelled miles today, doesn’t it? In reality it’s a series of short hops along the Opal Coast, a mere 24 km in total.
Leaving Honfleur is a bit of a wrench. It’s the hidden trap of slowing down, you form attachments that have to be left behind.
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.