Lying on a sunbed on our balcony in January, a winter break before our new life adventures start. What to do to break the boredom of fifteen minutes each side like a rotisserie chicken? For us it's always been music. It's themed our lives from a very young age. For me, prior to meeting The... Continue Reading →
"This is why we bought a caravan" grumbles The Boss under his breath. We've been in the air little over two hours. Heavy wind and driving rain at Gatwick have given way to bright sunshine and fluffy clouds way beneath us. With two hours of flying time still ahead of us, he's read every newspaper,... Continue Reading →
Tepanyaki outside the caravan and fired up just as the heavens decide to drop their contents on our site. The lunchtime skies went quickly black and it looked like it was here for a while. Lunch re thought quickly, tepanyaki abandoned and hastily brought inside. Halogen oven fired up and sausages chucked inside. Forget the... Continue Reading →
Michael Bublé croones the José Feliciano penned song 'Feliz Navidad' and waitresses scuttle about bedecked as Santa's Little Helpers, complete with tinkly bells as we enter Darby's, a cafe facing Abraham Darby III's famous bridge in Ironbridge. Last days of November and these poor girls have another month of wearing fancy dress. Christmas comes too... Continue Reading →
"Oh no, I'm going to miss Strictly", my priorities are instantly at odds with those of The Boss. I hope he hasn't just unplugged the Electric Hook Up. Our previous electricity cuts in the caravan have never been any longer than the walk to the post at the back of the pitch to flick the... Continue Reading →
Leaving the caravan on site just outside Shrewsbury we had a bit of a trek into the centre of Birmingham. I'd read about this place, Birmingham Back to Backs, a step back in time, courtesy of the National Trust. Right in the heart of the hustle and bustle of Birmingham. Pre-booking is essential and you... Continue Reading →
Today, Shropshire has been battered and bruised by torrential downpours and caravan rocking winds. With this prior knowledge we'd made the decision not to put the awning up, it starts it's winter holiday relaxing on the back seat of the car, safe, warm and dry. From early morning the sun has refused to show its... Continue Reading →
Beep, beep, beep... it’s silly o’clock and my alarm is bouncing around the bedroom. Trying to get up and look pretty at this time of the day is hard, at my age it’s hard at any time of the day! We’re off to the NEC for a little bit of caravan porn. The Caravan &... Continue Reading →
We walked out of the chippy unable to speak, we had tears in our eyes. It was not the price or an Atlantic Cod shortage causing this emotional moment, we had just said goodbye to Mr Chow, proprietor of Chow's Chippy, Blackburn Road, Bolton, Lancashire. The Boss has enjoyed Chips 'n' a Chat for thirty... Continue Reading →
Clitheroe used to be one of our favourite tent 'getaways', finishing work on a Friday afternoon as the kids left school, everything chucked in the Ford Fiesta boot and forty minutes later arriving at the Caravan and Camping Club site on the edge of town by Edisford Bridge. That was fifteen to twenty years ago... Continue Reading →
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