We gazed out at the grey cloudy skies as we ate our full English breakfast aboard the Pont Aven. We were close to the coast of northern Spain and the weather looked disappointing. Suddenly I had an epiphany, or was it just a very clever thought? Why hang around in the north, why not
Dartmouth campsite gave us our first night alone in Eileen this year; no more packing up bags and borrowing beds for a long while. We dined on delicious venison and cranberry pie at the Green Dragon pub in Stoke Fleming and then walked back to the campsite with bellies full to bursting. After a
The flight from Sydney to London was long but soon forgotten, although the jetlag did hit us on and off throughout the first week. Lynda kindly collected us from Gatwick airport and drove us up to East Grinstead for a happy reunion with Eileen the Campervan. Jonathan had warned us that throughout the wet but