We've been home just over a month now and it's time to reflect on what was the trip of a lifetime. The caravan has been cleaned inside and out ready for its next trip, washing done and we're back at work, back to the daily grind. Our 50 days for our 50th was the best... Continue Reading →
A second significant ant invasion forced us to shout "We're soft babies, get me out of here!" and cut short our stay at Barco Reale one day early. The second invasion was realised after one climbed from my cleavage and waved at me, as if to say "You think this is bad, look over to... Continue Reading →
Another ACSI card site, again we just turn up. This site had worried us as to whether we'd get a pitch, the Monaco, only twenty miles away, Grand Prix weekend and we arrived to a queue of people trying to get in. As luck would have it they had one remaining pitch big enough to... Continue Reading →
Another ACSI site. Camping Barco Reale. We haven't booked. We've just turned up. Yes they've got space, jump on the buggy I'll show you a few pitches. Zipping round it feels like a rabbit warren. We spent ages pulling the caravan up a mountain to get to the site, once there, time to choose a pitch,... Continue Reading →
The final eight mile approach to our next caravan campsite site is why we chose it, we are winding and zig-zagging our way up a big big hill with dozens of full-kit cyclists, they are panting with exhaustion we are holding our breaths in anticipation of each corner. The views are amazing both North and... Continue Reading →
Day out on the bus from the caravan takes us to Firenze (Florence) 4 hrs of walking and lunch under our belts, our feet are in need of a rest. With the sun blazing down at over 30 degrees we seek the shade on some steps of a piazza. It seems we're not the... Continue Reading →
We instantly like Italy, all the roads are downhill, ... yes? After climbing out of Innsbruck towards the Brenner Pass we part with €9 at the Toll Booth, seemingly for a tin of peppermints. We then begin two hours of driving downhill and now assume Italy must be two miles below sea level, the car... Continue Reading →
After driving through a biblical storm on the Brenner Pass we arrive at Camping Fossalta in Lazise. As we enter the site the clouds part revealing clear blue skies. A man meets us at the car and sends us on a walk to find a pitch. Armed with a map off we go. The site is on... Continue Reading →
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