We’re back in Salisbury, for a second day’s exploring: first stop is Mompesson House. Built on the site of an existing 1635 house, it was built in 1701 by Charles Mompesson. Built in the Queen […]

We’re back in Salisbury, for a second day’s exploring: first stop is Mompesson House. Built on the site of an existing 1635 house, it was built in 1701 by Charles Mompesson. Built in the Queen […]
If we’ve being successful at anything this trip, it’s revisiting places that have thwarted us in the past. It doesn’t happen very often, but it is frustrating when it does. The last time we were […]
Happy birthday to me! And on a Friday the 13th too, allegedly my lucky day, being born on a Friday. I couldn’t have ordered a better day – it’s glorious, with blue skies for miles. […]
If you dream of escaping to a French chateau, but couldn’t be bothered crossing the channel, fear not. England’s Buckinghamshire has the answer: Waddesdon is the place for you. We stumbled across it previously (2018 […]
We’re back in familiar territory, at Henley on Thames. Himself has organised a few days here, in the lead up to my birthday. Famed for its regatta, Henley made the news recently: in amongst the […]
We’re in the Chilterns, an area of England designated for its outstanding natural beauty. Dotted amongst the greenery is one charming village after the other, interspersed with an impressive number of manor houses. Throwing caution […]
We leave the motorhome to its fate this morning, waiting on a verdict: can the window mechanism can be repaired on the spot, or if a new motor needs to be ordered. While we wait, […]
I’ll admit it. I’m having withdrawals from Europe. We just ran out of time under the 90 day EU rule. With a month still to go before our trip ends, I’m feeling a little robbed […]
Well, we’re back in the UK, spinning our wheels until Monday, until the motorhome workshop appointment. It’s taking a moment to recalibrate. Himself is keeping up a steady chant of “keep to the left” while […]
Our last day in France. It always make me a little melancholy, leaving. As much as I love England (and I really do), it’s France that holds my heart. The afternoon will see us driving […]