Daily ramblings and are Alpine huts a victim of their own success?
In which I update you on our first snowy mountain of the trip and rant about the cost of alpine huts.
I got blisters on my fingers!
In which I get blistered hands from climbing fast to avoid a huge thunderstorm. And in which Julie Andrews gets a mention. I wonder if she ever thinks of me?
Sisyphus meets the Fern Pass.
Our seemingly sisyphean task of crossing the Fern Pass into Austria is finally over as we arrive in Nassereith.
Here we go again
Once more unto the breach… We head off to Europe for a spot of mountain madness
France’s Greatest Strengths
I’m not sure if I should worry about the slow multiplication of trinkets that adorn Gandalf’s spacious interior.
In defence of Costa Blanca
In short, come to the Costa Blanca. Ignore the bad press. Hide your campervan in the free parking for a few days…
An idle guide to the Alcazaba at Almeria
Imagine the scene. 955AD, a Friday evening, the builder is meeting with the Emir.
The ups and downs of up
Hatless, his bare hands shoved firmly in his oh so tight pockets, he bade us a somewhat blue lipped “Ola!” as he strode purposefully upwards to his icy grave.
Rambling in the Rambla
We hike up a dry riverbed, or much more poetically, ramble up a rambla, to the prettiest village in Spain
Emergency Protocol Activated
I am sorry to report that Mrs P has already invoked the emergency protocol.
They fought not for the lust of conquest…
This blog is about our visit to the beaches of Normandy. Where, on the 6th June 1944, 156,000 men took part in the largest sea invasion in history. The invasion of Nazi-occupied Europe.