Off to the Cotswolds, where we camped just a few metres from the “GWR” — in this case, the splendid Gloucestershire and Warwickshire Railway. Trip dates: 4 – 7 April 2019.
The tranquil delights of Willersley. All the locals we encountered were unexpectedly chatty and friendly.
One of our reasons for visiting Willersley was to take “the boat” to the Auto-Sleeper factory, where they fitted a manual water-filler (bottom right) which will speed up the business of topping up the on-board fresh water supply.
The impressive Broadway station, recently re-constructed. A year or so ago, there was no track and no station.
Once again, we managed to get plum seats. We liked this driver, who was clearly enjoying being at the controls.
Armchair railway preservationist.
Jenny’s favourite goods van. In our opinion, the distressed, lived-in look trumps umpteen coats of glossy varnish.
An arty shot. Ducky.
Possibly a Welsh mountain breed?
Candid shot of Matathew in pensive mood.
Colourful stonework, at Willersley church I think.
We quickly decided to adopt the Crown and Trumpet as our “local” for the duration of our stay.
Our pitch, with the bikes loaded ready for departure in the morning. To the right of the pollarded tree is the former railway goods shed, which now serves as campsite facilities, and a museum.
We traditionally spend a few days away between Christmas and New Year, in some suitably exotic corner of Great Britain. This year the noble city of Canterbury was our chosen destination. Trip dates: 27 – 30 December 2018.
The shadow proves that the sun shone at least once. Our first visit to part of the Caravan and Motorhome Club empire. Unlike its rival club (the Camping and Caravanning Club) the sites are open to members only.
A day out in Whitstable, by bus of course. We walked for some miles along the beach before entering the iconic beach pub.
A day out on the bikes (next few pictures). We did a decent circuit through uninterrupted country lanes and villages. This one has a distinctive name.
Top pub, with the stove ablaze and superb oak tables. We had the bar to ourselves …
… well, not quite.
Part of the local scenery. Clearly enjoying being the centre of attention for this photo.
Inside the village church. I want to call this cruck-framed, but that’s something a bit different.
Our on-board gas oven shows what it can do. Following our success with roast chicken last year, we decided to do a leg of lamb this time.
Our participation in Evensong at Canterbury Cathedral coincided (coincidentally) with the annual celebration of the ceremonial re-enactment of the martyrdom of Thomas a Becket. The men of the choir (singing plainsong) processed to various parts of the building, followed by the rest of us, and (crucially) the main door was briefly bolted, but then unbolted to allow everyone freedom of access to the interior.
It’s December, so all the more essential to have a fried egg sandwich for breakfast.
Our flagship summer trip for 2018. All the campsites (apart from Orio) were
nudité obligatoire. Trip dates: 28 August to 12 September 2018. The journey south
Bienvenue en France! The time: well before dawn. The place: somewhere between Dieppe and Rouen. The darkness was expected, but the torrential rain was a surprise.
First overnight stop, near Orleans. As the weather was a bit naff, we went out for lunch. Only one eating establishment open, but the quality of the nosh was never in doubt, despite the lack of competition.
Our corner of the campsite at the club, which is sometimes known as “Joie et santé” (loosely translating to “health and happiness”).
Second overnight stop. St Saturnin, near Clermont Ferrand.
Our camping spot at St Saturnin.
A pleasing view of the Auvergne stretching away from the campsite. Destination 1 — Cap d’Agde
Our pitch in Allée Dune at CHM Oltra. Always a pleasant place to spend a few days, in our experience.
Heading along the coast from Agde towards Sete.
Our bikes took us to Sete, where a serious cavalcade of bikers was passing through.
Six belles moyennes. In the absence of my oyster knife and a gauntlet, I used a Swiss army knife and a cycling mitten.
A spot of lunch by the pool in Port Ambonne.
Coffees at the quayside on our cycling trip to the textile part of Cap d’Adge.
This unidentified flying object was attached to a tree at the back of our camping pitch. Believed to be insect-related, but does anyone know what it is?
In the gloaming at “the camping”. Destination 2 — Arnaoutchot
Cycling possibilities in the sandy forests of the expanses of Les Landes.
Creature of the moment poses for the camera.
Lunch at the intriguingly named “La Guinguette Why Not” cocktail bar
Our corner of Arnaoutchot.
The little temple at the motorway aire where we stopped for our picnic, ‘twixt Arnaoutchot and Orio. Homeward bound
The campsite at Orio in Spain … it was better than might appear, pleasantly situated and handy for the town and the beach.
The immaculately-prepared beach, largely bereft of human life. The campsite is behind the beach on the left.
We arrived at the Bilbao in good time for our ferry.
Always an exciting moment — driving a wide vehicle up a narrow ramp aboard the Cap Finistere.
The Bay of Biscay in one of its more peaceful moods.
The sun sets on our French/Spanish escapade.