What makes the perfect town? A good well designed empty motorhome spot?. Mirepoix ticked that box. An easy walk into town?. Ticked box again. A lively busy environment ? It certainly delivered on that one. It needs an interesting square full of jaw dropping camera opportunites. Mirepoix was still delivering in bucketloads. Shops including a large Super U ? Of course they were there. A gatehouse ? We found that down a backstreet. And how about a brocante a Sunday tat market? Yes that was there in Mirepoix too. There was nothing missing . We even were treated to an organ grinder and a box of amazing cakes. After a very wet and sleepless night accompanied to the sound of thunder and heavy rain and the light show we had made the initial decision to drive ... read more

" I believe it is impossible to be sure of anything" - Han Pei In our search for some cooler weather we are heading for the coast. Perhaps there will be some life there and we will see the sea for the first time this trip. Most holidays take the form of a few castles, the odd church, a monastery here or there and a bit of coastline with a train trip to the city thrown in. This one has not been normal. Perhaps we will have to wait until 2019 to get some normality back into our holidaying. We have set Silly Sat Nag to take us to Benicassim or Benny this or Benny that as I have always called them. Not on our radar we have in the past tried to avoid them like ... read more

"If your mind is empty it is always ready for anything; it is open to everything" Shunayu Sukuki How true this is. When we set out this morning we had an idea where we were going but little idea what we would find . So this morning I say to you "Hey Up Cowboys" Think Rawhide, think Wagon Train, think gun toting horse riding cowboys and coralls. You are going to need your imagination where we are going today and where you will find Gabby holed up. So where in the World is she? El Rocio - in Andalusia. A place with no tarmacced roads. All the roads are sandy. The wind blows the sand down the street . Where the horse is more prevalent as a form of transport than the car. In the heart ... read more

Today was going to be Placencia day. Well that was the plan. Glenn had worked hard sourcing a parking spot using a mixture of Camper Contact, other peoples blogs and Google Earth. It could end up though a bit hit and miss. The heat is wearing us both out and we are finding it hard work to think what to do next. We have never had a holiday in the motorhome that has been quite like this one. Now the question you are requiring an answer to is did we get one? A parking space that is. So where in the world are we and our trusty companion Gabby? Somewhere down a back street near the cathedral in Plasencia. Squeezed in between two council owned Jeeps and in front of a garage door which hopefully the ... read more

If Carlsburg made campsites they would shied a mile away from this one. Gabby is parked on the stinkiest campsite we have ever been on. The type of campsite where you start to smell under your armpits, you check the toilet and the drains on Gabby . You wonder if it is the town drains or the river nearby. There wasn't a lot of choice in this area and campsites were few and far between. Everyone it seems had ended up on the worse campsite for miles around. So how did Gabby end up there? We started out driving along some of the worse roads we have ventured on. We have passed fields full of pigs and cows. The landscape has changed considerably now that we have moved regions. We were heading for the motorhome parking ... read more