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 […]
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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 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 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 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 […]
2017 Day Six
Oh happy day, oh happy day… Browsing tourism brochures sometimes pays off, and I’ve hit pay dirt this morning… the Dartmoor otter sanctuary is nearby and as an added bonus there’s a butterfly house. Chris […]
2017 Day Five
Time has a fluidity that’s often hard to pin down. In the tight focus of deadlines, a day can see you deliver a series of accomplishments off your action list, on holiday a day can […]
2017 Day Four
It’s our last day in Truro, tomorrow we start the trek East towards France. The pace has slowed, it’s fair to say. Monday sees the locals back at work, it finds us biding time […]
2017 Day Three
There’s much of England that lends itself to fairytales and today exploration is no exception. Unlike Alice down the rabbit hole, it’s down the Mousehole today. Seriously, this is a place, Mousehole. Very possibly the […]
2017 Day Two
Summer time…and the livin’ is easy… Ella Fitzgerald nailed it, and it’s bliss. We’ve landed in England’s weather glory days. Thoughts of winter are banished in the morning’s bright light, summer berries and fields of […]
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