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 […]
2017 Day Eighty Two
When they said three days of rain, they weren’t kidding: the morning greets us with a stubborn drizzle that progressively worsens. We had great plans to visit Salisbury but our arch enemy, parking, thwarts us. […]
2017 Day Eighty One
The last month we’re away, it always screams by. I can’t believe we’ve been away 81 days. It’s another drizzly day in Cirencester, humid too. Odd weather, steamy one moment, cold the next. It makes […]
