Most of the day passes in the fiddly, time consuming things that weren’t addressed yesterday. In many ways, packing up the motorhome is very much like moving house at the end of each trip. I […]
2017 Day Ninety One
The last part of our journey begins – the drive to Truro to clean, pack and winter the motorhome. We bid a fond farewell to Padstow which is looking particularly lovely this morning. I always […]
2017 Day Ninety
We wake to a clear day – yay! And it’s my birthday, double yay! I’m so grateful it’s not raining. I’m not sure I have it in me, to be gracious trapped indoors on my […]
2017 Day Eighty Nine
Don’t ask me where the day went. It’s clear I haven’t a clue. The morning slipped through our fingers, under the loveliness of a hopeful ray of sun. Early afternoon, similarly escapes in the trudgery […]
2017 Day Eighty Eight
It’s a crack of dawn start (relatively speaking) to drop the motorhome off to Vospers to have the wheel rim replaced and a few other things looked – the horn has gone oddly quiet and […]
2017 Day Eighty Seven
If there ever was a handy phrase in the English countryside, it surely must be “when it rains, we lunch”. We deploy it to good effect today, travelling to Falmouth to visit Rick Stein’s […]
2017 Day Eighty Six
Oh this rain! I love a downpour as much as anyone who lives in a dry climate, but seriously, enough already! The poor conditions force our decision to spend the day on the road accelerating […]
2017 Day Eighty Five
We awake to rural scenes, having stayed overnight in the heart of story book pretty farmland. It’s rained most of the night and there are solemn predictions about it settling in for the week. *Sigh*. […]
2017 Day Eighty Four
In the never ending fridge saga, of which I am heartily sick, we trek cross country to yet another specialist. Having revisited the original gas service centre and addressed all possible gas related issues, we’re […]
2017 Day Eighty Three
I write this with a heavy heart: today we lost a beloved furry friend. He was Oliver, a magnificent Burmese, my friend Craig’s cat. Craig, an Aussie boy abroad, had a massive stroke, spending most […]
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