We stayed for a week at Erdoven which gave me a chance to try out the Velo Verde (cycleways) while waiting for the ‘fun’ to begin. One night we stayed at the Municipal Aire, which was on the sand dunes, the rest we parked up by the beach to watch the world go by OverContinue reading “Greasy surfers and full moon stones magick”
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Time for a city break
After all our bimbling, we thought we should try for a mini city break and headed towards Pornic, via Billiers. Billiers was a lovely village on an estuary, where we parked up for one night due to no overnight parking allowed Arriving at Pornic, with the help of Park4night we stooped at a small plageContinue reading “Time for a city break”
Dreamy Dordogne
After an extended beach break, we decided to head off to the countryside and try our first Workaway experience. We contacted a few in the area and had a reply from the lovely Lucy, her daughter and their menagerie. Looking at the map I realised we were still over 350km away. so we took aContinue reading “Dreamy Dordogne”
Whoop Whoop, this is the sound of the Police
After my self-induced chemical peel, I needed to visit the 10 euro Spa to sloth the last bit of my skin. I felt like a reptile shedding a complete skin. We decided to try a new park up on the edge of Portimao by Praia da Rocha and parked up the night before to beContinue reading “Whoop Whoop, this is the sound of the Police”
Au revoir mon petit pois
Bidding a fond farewell to the Dordogne as stormy rainclouds were gathering, it was time to follow the sun back to the coast via a cute little village called Capiteaux for 2 nights RnR by the river. We pitched up at a free Aire by the river which was a local youth hangout – firstContinue reading “Au revoir mon petit pois”
Things I learnt in France
We ended up staying nearly a month in France and I learnt the following: My school girl french is as bad a I thought it was, but people were patient and always had a smile when you tried to say something, even if it was nothing to do with what you meant to ask. SavageContinue reading “Things I learnt in France”
From the beginning..
This adventure started in October 2018 when I bought a very special lady into my life. A beautiful 1989 Peugeot Hymermobil who told me her name is ‘Gurty’. This comes from a Bristolian expression ‘ Gurt Lush’ meaning brilliant / amazing! She is a Left Hand drive and was delivered to my door, leaving meContinue reading “From the beginning..”
Ship shape and Bristle fashion
The previous owners had taken great care of Gurty, having her front seats re-upholstered in Italian leather and new cream covers. For ‘pig-pen’ Clare this needed modifying to my colour schems and palette, that is colour – plenty of and clashing as much as possible. No square edges on me! Covers duly dyed to limeContinue reading “Ship shape and Bristle fashion”
Summer of Fun
Notice handed in at work, emptying of house and getting ready to head off to Glastonbury Fair. After 25 years in the Corporate world it was no wrench leaving, more fear and excitment at what lay ahead. One of the hardest parts was deciding what to pack in Gurty and what to leave behind. WhichContinue reading “Summer of Fun”
Here we go.
After emotional farewells to friends and family and reassurances this WONT be the last time I see them, its time to head to Plymouth for overnight ferry to Roscoff. The sailing was smooth as the floor gently swayed in the night. A couple of GnT’s, to celebrate getting this far, ensured I fell asleep prettyContinue reading “Here we go.”
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