Today had never been in the planning. It was going to be castle day. There were three locally that we had pencilled in. This afternoon we planned to visit the Red Kite Feeding Station. Gabby the motorhome had other ideas. Driving her with her heavy clutch had given Glenn a very sore knee which was making walking a bit difficult. Instead we ended up at St Fagans. Now that meant a lot of walking. An outdoor museum full of reconstructed buildings that had been saved and rebuilt in the grounds. Houses and buildings from all over Wales. A sort of Blists Hill meets Eguisheim folk museum. Gabby was parked up on a fairly empty car park. £5 for a car to park up all day. Free entry to the museum. Opposite us was a rough patch ... read more

The sun was beaming down kindly on us. The sky an endless blue. The hillsides lush green after the endless summer days of rain. Gabby and the crew were parked up on hardstanding outside Strata Florida Abbey. Glenn had driven miles down narrow country lanes to get us here. Miles of winding roads that took us through tiny hamlets with a handful of houses. The odd centre of habitation passed through but nothing major. Pink Foxgloves lined the roadsides. Farmers farmed sheep. We felt as if we were home here in Ceredigion. We arrived too early at the abbey. The gate was open and one car parked halfway across the entrance. This proved to be the cleaning mopping out the toilets. Being too early meant we could get out the caffetiere and brew up the coffee. ... read more

It was dark when we woke. We could see nothing through the sky light. The camp site was quiet as the grave. Well it was 5.30 in the morning. The alarm had woken us up and we were ready for our last breakfast in France. I do the last minute jobs in Gabby. I swung the captains seats round, I pulled the blinds down and let what little light there was in. Glenn went out and unplugged the electric and then we were on our way. We like Guines. It is one of those campsites that we can get out of early. I frightened Glenn to death when I thought that the gates were shut. They were open so we headed off for the train. The journey for the tunnel was uneventful and I vowed to ... read more

It is bedtime and I am not a betting woman . Apart from the odd flutter on the Grand National or a sweep at work to pick the winner of Strictly Come Dancing I rarely bet . However, I bet tomorrow the Works of Fiction the weather forecasters will offer us more rain, more dampness and more cold. They can be pretty accurate at times and totally wrong at others so what will tomorrow bring.? What happened to the long range weather forecasts we used to have? . More technology now available and yet the writers of the Works of fiction get the forecast wrong many many times. Were they wrong when we woke up? Nope, rain again. Damp again and down right cold. As we ate breakfast any thoughts of going east to Bratislava went ... read more

Good day - that's how the conversation in the small washroom began. We have not seen many Brits during our travels so it was strange hearing English spoken so naturally. The accent though was from someone from a land down under. I turned round to see a man and his wife carrying a huge bag of washing. My Australian friends told me that they had flown in to Holland three weeks ago, picked up their hired van and had meandered thi had called into Amsterdam and Koblenz , followed the river , entered Austria and had spent yesterday in Saltzburg. They needed a washing machine as the hire van only had one set of bedding. This needed to last another three weeks. I had washed my clothes, taken them out of the washer and struggling to ... read more