In the game of weather roulette, we wake to rain free skies. Yes! Off to Parfondeval we go, as fast as our little legs will carry us. Parfondeval is quite unusual amongst the Les Plus […]
Category: France
2019 Day 16 – Deep in the grain fields
As far as plans go, I didn’t ask a lot from today. All I wanted was to stock the larder with local goodies (wine! cheese!) at one of the excellent French supermarkets, make a little […]
2019 Day 15 – Off to France
Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to France we go: the start of the European leg of this year’s adventure. We’re catching the ferry from Dover to Calais, not our usual crossing, but it is […]
2018 Day 122 – Cherbourg
It’s our last day in France. So many things I’m going to miss! For the moment though, there are a few errands to run. Having put my Christmas thinking hat on, I might as well […]
2018 Day 121 – Cherbourg
With Cherbourg in our sights, it’s another pre dawn start to beat the protesters. Success! We roll into town without issue, still in the dark well before they’re even up. This time we’re a bit […]
2018 Day 120 – Two can play that game
If you’ve read yesterday’s blog post, you’ll know my views on the fuel protestors in France. And understand that chaos they’ve caused. Given that we failed to arrive in Honfleur yesterday, a sixty kilometre journey, […]
2018 Day 119 – Enough already
Now I respect the right to peaceful protest, and I’d agree that nobody enjoys high fuel prices. But quite frankly, three days in to this French fuel tax protest, there are things that need to […]
2018 Day 118 – Versailles
Oscar Wilde once famously said: “Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess”. He may well have been speaking about Versailles. In a world where one only had to dream of something to bring […]
2018 Day 117 – Nogent le Roi
Oh thank goodness. The fog has finally lifted: we have blue skies again. It’s still cold mind, but it’s so much nicer with the sun on your face. My morning buddies agree, wholeheartedly. But then […]
2018 Day 116 – Chateaudun
The morning sees us drive through open farmland, bare as far as the eye can see. Not that it can see far mind – fog still blankets the land, possibly even heavier than it was […]
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