April 2015

Casa Carisma (The Spanish Spelling)

Abundant. Yes truly abundant.   As we shot through Murcia on the A7-E15, we passed an orange ‘factory’. There were massive containers full of shiny, bright oranges and just a second later, we could smell their beautiful aroma. We were aiming for Paul and Geraldine’s holiday house which hides somewhere between Lorca and Puerto Lumbreras. […]

Where On Earth Are We Now?

We’re both a bit nutty at times, but……   Cats fighting, a sheep bleating, dogs howling and barking all night, a cock crowing pre-dawn and then a man with a small generator on wheels making a horrible early morning noise; all had us very ready to leave our campsite driveway plot and move on. Almansa,

Is There Anybody Out There?

To travel is a wonderful way to be alive.   As we set up at each campsite, we always wonder what it will present in the way of electricity supply. In the UK it is consistently 15amps with an earth, but in Europe it has been as low as 4amps. It has been so low

A City Of Battlements and A City In The Sky

It’s sunny. Yes, it’s Sunday. So am I. Let’s have a cup of tea.   Sunglasses were needed for the 90km drive across the flat land that spread as far as the eye could see. Ahead of us the ground gradually developed a mound and Eileen slowly climbed a small hill covered in scrubby, rocky

Up And Down And Round And Round In Salamanca

We’re indulging in a Happiness Project……..   On a rainy, wet Thursday, with the clouds hanging low in the sky, Eileen pointed her nose due west and we headed along the Duero Valley towards Valladolid. We passed more vineyards stretched across the wide valley and up the slopes on either side. And the drizzle kept

First Stop Burgos, Again

More moments into memory…..   We floated smoothly across the Bay of Biscay for exactly 20-hours and 30-minutes; the Pont Aven ferry left on time and berthed not a minute late. We watched a movie, read the paper and slept very well in our little tiny cabin, no 6134, at the very front of the

Odyssey Number Four Begins; Here We Go Again……

As we wander and as we beam, we find a world not previously seen……..   As our plane crossed the English Channel and over southern England, we had no idea of what was below. The clouds were thick with no gaps, no cracks, no breaks, just thick grubby white fluff. So as we came into

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