A few weeks were spent shuffling here, there and everywhere across England and Eileen shuffled between Chris’s warehouse yard, Doug’s car-yard and out on the open road. It’s been all very confusing; continually packing and unpacking, one week in her, the next week not. I can’t wait to get back properly in our little mobile
Our route north to Hertford took us via Seaford, Polegate, Horsham, Leighton Buzzard and Dunstable; each stop off being a visit to family or friends. When we arrived in Hertford, late on Sunday 28 July, we did a quick calculation; in the four days since arriving in England we had managed to catch up with
Rodney was disappointed that the 9:45am train wasn’t a steam engine, but the lady driver set a cracking pace along the 13.5 miles / 22 kilometres of the Romney, Hythe and Dymchurch Railway, the smallest public railway in the world. We passed our campsite and a couple of farms, we crossed level crossings and waved to a