Last night’s camp site was rather lovely, until the moment we snuggled onto the airbeds, ready for bed, at the ungodly hour of 9.30pm. it was at that moment that the unmistakeable strains of Boney M’s classic Ra Ra Rasputin started from somewhere nearby. It became slightly more bizarre, when a dear friend (I’m mentioning … More Day 6. Who ordered the headwind?
Last night’s camp site was rather lovely, until the moment we snuggled onto the airbeds, ready for bed, at the ungodly hour of 9.30pm. it was at that moment that the unmistakeable strains of Boney M’s classic Ra Ra Rasputin started from somewhere nearby. It became slightly more bizarre, when a dear friend (I’m mentioning … More Day 6. Who ordered the headwind?
Four years ago, we set off from the UK to drive Fifi, our delightfully old, very characterful 2CV, home to Provence. It ended up being rather a memorable journey when her clutch collapsed at Brantome and we had to leave her in a garage there for 2 weeks, whilst we waited for her to be … More Collonges La Rouge, a very beautiful village.
People often ask me what is my favourite part of France, thinking it’s probably the easiest question to answer, and that I will simply say Provence. If only it was that easy, and in many ways, the last few days away has made it even more difficult. It probably seems a little odd, going on … More Finding new favourites
In so many ways, it’s been a mad few weeks and we will soon be starting on the chaos of the summer too. So we’ve thrown a bag of clothes in the car, loaded the bikes and have pottered across to the south west of France, for a couple of weeks of peace, quiet and … More Cycling in new places
Postcards from Provence and beyond 