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.
So much for one post a day.
In which I try to make up for a complete failure to blog daily by posting one blog that covers a whole week
It’s All Relative.
The precursor to this weekend began way back in the early nineteen-eighties when Mrs P was asked to be a bridesmaid at her second cousin’s wedding.
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.
Hot, bothered and fleeced!
Two very hot days in a campervan called Gandalf with no air-conditioning. And a tale of bank card woes.
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.