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Yesterday was another pleasant day weather wise so I did a bike ride around the village. During the late afternoon dark clouds rolled in and not too much later the rain started. But then the temperature plummeted and the rain turned to snow. My Trumatic heater worked overtime in it’s endeavours to combat the 1. 5oC outside. Very soon the snow stopped but the temperature remained low throughout the night.
By10am today I was the l
Several times throughout the night I heard the rain. Sometimes hammering; sometimes pattering. By breakfast there was no let up so I switched on the computer to check the forecast for Madrid. Rain all day! I decided that if it eased for a while, I would prepare to move on.
By 10am I was ready to roll and not too wet. The shortest way south is to go through Aranjuez but the roads around the Royal Palace are narrow and lined with high curb stones. Instead I headed
During the morning, in the cafe I got to talking with a fellow traveller. It was his first journey with Brittany Ferries and he thought the service was brilliant, whereas compared with the two cruise ferries, IMHO its OK. He is a self-employed joiner who has been working in USA for ten years but decided to return to the UK last year. Now he has bought a 22 year old Abbey caravan and with his Transit van is travelling to Benidorm where, if he finds work, he intends to remain.
Yes – it will.…..
The older I get, the happier I am in familiar surroundings….. at least for this long winter visit. So it’s to be another winter spent at El Pino in Torrox. But then a lot of younger people must feel the same as me because I know that I’ll be meeting up with a lot of friends from previous years. But that’s not to say I follow the same route across Spain each year. I like to take a couple of weeks to meander from north to south, stopping off at interesting
We left the caravan in France in 2015 so it could be used as a site office and refuge by my s-i-l, who is having a house renovated about 2 hours drive south-east of Paris.
We picked up my elder son and gf setting off at 7am to aim for a Dover-Calais crossing and arrival early evening. It was the fastest, least eventful journey we have ever made to France. No holdups until we got on the ferry whch was 40 mins late leaving. 265 miles later we arrived in the family establishmen
For all I love caravanning and camping with my partner I also dread it at the same time. He can be extremely gung ho and if things don't go right instantly he throws a strop and quits. We don't work well together when setting up camp (at all)
I like to pace myself and set things out in the order they need to be done as to achieve harmony but he likes to just unpack all at once and rush. He also won't accept when I know how to do something that he doesn't. Put it this way we usually need a
Every year, during the summer my two daughters and grandson rent a cottage or house at a seaside resort. For the past few years I’ve joined them by taking my caravan and staying on a site nearby. This year they decided on Dawlish in south Devon, a resort where in 1979, we towed our caravan and stayed at the Ladys Mile Site. I didn’t want to stay on a commercial site, so I opted for a Caravan Club CL. By the end of April we had everything booked and were looking forward to going.
Several weeks ago as I was browsing my maps and looking for an area to visit, I thought it might be interesting to go back to Somerset where nearly 70 years ago I spent more than two years as a soldier. As I remember it, Yeovil was a small market town where after leaving the train station, you were very soon walking along country roads with fields on either side. After walking for a mile or so through the countryside, you arrived at two huge army camps, one on each side of the road. To the ri
Throughout my story there has been a variety of nice men, but this time
I have excelled myself with a total of SIX all at once!
Those of you who have been interested in my tale will know that I moved here to a bungalow in readiness for old age, and after a light bulb moment in the middle of the night before removal lorries arrived, I envisioned my new home completely gutted, walls down, rooms moved, driveway re-positioned, in fact a total refurb.
Just as those of you who have
We woke to snow showers in the morning, though none had laid. We drove to Scarborough to shop in Morrisons, we needed a frying pan for my breakfast, as well as other sundry items - we never seem to stop buying things for the 'van!
When we returned we decided to put up the awning that was lurking under the bed. After mighty struggles (no wonder they call them "divorce in a bag!") we discovered that there were no side panels with the awning. We reported this to the site warden, who assured us
Tuesday 1 March 2016. We rove to Cayton Village Caravan Park, near Scarborough, to inspect and test the caravan we bought from them back in January. Part of the sale was 2 nights free on their site, which opened on the 1st of March. There was a delay of 30 mins while the warden prepped some seasonal vans. On unpacking we found that some essentials had been left at home in the excitement - my slippers, cutlery, the hard disc with the films on for the TV. So I shot off back home and returned
I always promised myself a degree of eccentricity once I reached a certain age.
When I moved here, everywhere that could be block paved was, and any borders were covered with pebbles. Not a good look as far as kerb appeal was concerned.
To date I have personally lifted cleaned and stacked just over 6000 blocks 2/3 of which were used to re-site the driveway. I then took a rest, and fitted the kitchen and continued with the paint roller.
Now is the time to look at the rear gard
The kids had been pushing me for a while, but I was reluctant,
holding on by the finger nails so to speak.
One Saturday, a couple of weeks ago, daughter number 2 took me on a tour of all the local hotspots, and she was very patient with me but her final disdainful comment was 'you only cheered up when we arrived at the Vauxhall Dealer!'.
I looked, I pondered, I listened dutifully to the blurb trying not to be distracted by his very attractive smile (daughter no. 2 rol
Fortunately the rain had stopped well before I was ready to leave. The ground, which I hadnt noticed when I arrived was a firm packed sand. Consequently, by the time I had packed away the hook-up cable and water containers, the surface was quite firm, so I pulled away easily.
Within minutes I was back on the motorway with just twenty miles to do before reaching the highest point on the entire journey Puerto de Somosierra a pass over the Sierra de Guadarrama. The road reaches a height o
It’s nearly four months since this adventure began and it was time to start thinking about returning home. I had planned to leave Torrox on Saturday the 20th but during the week the weather suddenly turned wet and it prevented me from taking down the awning and getting it packed away. Consequently I left three days later which required a change of route plan. Instead of spending two nights at each stop, giving me a day to sight-see, the journey north had to be done quicker and more direct.
Having visited the Costa del Sol each year for nearly twenty years one would think there would no longer be any new places to see. But not so!. A couple of weeks ago my friend Willy asked me if I'd been to Marina del Este, further along the coast. Apparently he had arrived at it by chance but I was unable to visualize the route he described. I spent some time searching on Google Earth. Eventually I found it along the coastline on one of the headlands. I noted down the GPS coordinates and on
There's nothing the Spanish like better than a street party with a fancy dress parade around the town. They do it eight or nine times every year. Already, here at Nerja we're just into February, and they've already had their third carnival. This latest one, held during the past week was some serious partying because it went on for four days.
Most Spanish fiestas have a religious connection and this one is to mark the beginning of Lent, and in the distant past was the start of a period of
A few days ago I was sitting having a chat with my new neighbour, Sean. We got to talking about the 19th Century villa which is set back off the main road at Torrox Costa. It's known as the Villa El Recreo; a beautiful building with a still imposing driveway, in spite of the avenue of palm trees having been cut down. Sadly a large Aldi supermarket has now been built to the left of it but much closer to the road, wth a Lidl supermarket built to its rear. A high rise apartment block has been b
It was chilly first thing but there wasn't a cloud in the sky and not a breath of wind. By 9 o'clock the sun was peeping over the hill tops. And by 10, I was sitting out in the awning with a coffee. What should I do on such a beautiful day? How about packing up some lunch and a can of San Miguel and setting off on the bike to do a circular ride? I was ready to leave by 10. 45 so I began by cycling down “the road which leads nowhere”. That's a surfaced road which stretches up into the hills fo
Spanish families are equally divided as to whether Christmas Day or the 6th January is the more important. For those who celebrate on the 6th, most towns throughout Spain organize a Fiesta de los Tres Reyes a Three Kings Carnival. Some caravanners staying here make the journey to Malaga to take part in their Fiesta, but I usually go into nearby Nerja. The carnival forms up in a large carpark on the edge of the town with local groups making up their own section. Young people who have joined
Over the past four weeks so many people here at El Pino have talked about the Malaga Christmas lights that I thought I should go and see them for myself before they are turned off for the last time tomorrow night. Tonight (the 5th of January) is the Fiesta de los Tres Reyes – the arrival of the Three Kings. In traditional Spanish families it's tonight when children receive their presents and Christmas is not considered to be over until the end of the 6th. Later tonight the Three Kings Fiesta
The good news is that I've got my bike back from the repairers. The mechanic had difficulty finding a rim of the correct width. . One was finally found but 350 miles away in Madrid. Then it was a time consuming job removing the motor from the damaged wheel and rebuilding it into the new rim. Together with some new spokes, a new brake cable and new blocks, I was pleasantly surprised to be charged only 49 Euros the equivalent of £35 for the complete job. It was great to have my own bike again.
We are now well into December. One or two caravanners have said a temporary farewell as they make their way to Malaga airport on their way home to spend Christmas with family. Those who are staying have already dressed their awnings and vans with decorations and lights.
I've had my first breakdown in four years of ownership with my electric bike. One side of the rear brake rim has a short piece broken out. It may have been like that for some time but once I'd se