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This is for anyone interested in our latest news and adventures as we roam the by-ways of England, Scotland and Europe. My mum, for example, (at least, I think she’s interested)

Who Knew?

Who Knew?

Vive La Difference! as they say in France. But we’re not in France, we’re in Blighty, the Old Dart. And for me, there shouldn’t be any differences. Coming home to England should be like shrugging on an old coat and knowing exactly where the pockets are. Except some of the pockets have moved.

Mind the Doors!

Mind the Doors!

“You’ll only do it once,” they said. Those wise sages who think they know everything about living in an English cottage built for our 16th-century ancestors who were, on average, 5’5″. They are of course referring to the inevitable – and painful – head meets beam scenario. They are wrong about only doing it once.

An Idiot’s Guide to Car Buying

An Idiot’s Guide to Car Buying

If I’d known last month what I know today, it wouldn’t have helped. Four weeks ago I thought we could get off a plane in London, buy a car, and drive to Suffolk to start our big adventure. But it didn’t all go according to plan.

The Eyes Have it

The Eyes Have it

Go on. I defy you. Look this dog in the eye and say “So long, Molly. We’re off – without you.”
You couldn’t, could you. Neither could we.