The perils of GPS navigation become apparent this morning when we end up at the wrong village. More than one Lavardin it seems. Luckily our incorrect Lavardin is only a few kilometres away – the […]
2017 Day Fifteen
Rain, rain, go away. If only. It’s set to rain today and tomorrow and whilst I’m sure the endless corn fields we drive through are welcoming it…enough already. Village hopping doesn’t have quite the […]
2017 Day Fourteen
At last, a day of being still. Well, still in a fashion, in that we’re staying in the same place. Saint-Ceneri-de-Gerei is so lovely that it’s captured us a little longer. I forgot to mention […]
2017 Day Thirteen
Hmmmm. Still not quite feeling like I’m on holiday. Yes, feel free to slap me now. Not quite sure what it is, but time has developed an elasticity, not yet settling into a rythym. Perhaps […]
2017 Day Twelve
The morning brings treats. Chris, going for brownie point gold, wakes me bearing gifts. Coffee (of course – nothing happens without coffee), croissants fresh from the boulangerie, every bit as good as yesterday’s baugette and […]
2017 Day Eleven
It’s an early, early (oh so early) start for the ferry this morning. We’re off to France! Land of boulangeries and fromage…oh and vin. Mustn’t forget the vin… This year’s French odyssey has a slightly […]
2017 Day Ten
Much excitement this morning… we’re off to Brownsea Island to visit my good friends, the red squirrels! Our last, very successful, visit was a few years ago with 10 (10!) red squirrel sightings and […]
2017 Day Nine
And so, back to the road we go. We’ve only a couple of days left in England before we board the ferry to France. Where did that time go? Morning is greeted by two fat […]
2017 Day Eight
Our journey east continues, passing through Devon, into Sommerset. It’s an ottery theme, much to my amusement, as we pass Ottery St Mary, Otter View and advertising for Otter Ale and Otter Icecream. Surely […]
2017 Day Seven
The heatwave has finally broken – everyone exhales a collective sigh of relief… then starts complaining about how cold it is. Just like Melbourne really. The break in the relentless heat comes just in time […]
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