Šibenik, Dalmatia A typical day on the campsite. His Lordship appears at the caravan door, looking decidedly sheepish. ‘I think I might need your help’. ‘Oh God. What have you been up to?’ says Herself. Filled with trepidation, she leaps out of the caravan to investigate. It turns out that His Lordship, probably after seeing so many other guys on the campsite tinkering around with boats or setting up satellite dishes, has lost the run of himself completely. He decided…
West Coast, Istria The joys of off-season camping! Our section of the campsite in Vrsar on the Istrian peninsula must consist of over 50 pitches, but with only about half a dozen currently occupied, we have a wonderful, uninterrupted view of the sea and islands. The weather is great and the Oldies are being particularly lazy, soaking up the sun by day and enjoying the ridiculously gorgeous sunsets each evening. Paradise! It’s not an entirely peaceful paradise, however. Spring has…
Talking about mushrooms (I was, wasn’t I?), something that seems to pop up like mushrooms all around the landscape here is castles. They’re everywhere. I particularly liked this one, Kašperk, which at almost 900m, is the highest castle in Bohemia. See, we’ve not only been trampling through forests and crashing bicycles, we’ve also been touring around and taking in a bit of the history and culture of the area. In the village of Hartmanice, we came across a synagogue which…
We hit the road again and talk about the blind leading the blind! Her Ladyship, fiddling around with sunglasses, reading glasses and a road map, failed to spot a crucial road sign at a crucial point in the journey. His Lordship spotted the road sign but failed to spot how crucial it was. To cut a long story short, what should have been a short journey ended up being a long one. It’s bad enough to drive unnecessary miles, but…
Her Ladyship was growling for her breakfast this morning and sent His Lordship off on a hunting/gathering trip. He duly hopped on the bike and returned shortly afterwards with an impressive haul: three bread rolls, one poppy seed pastry (we are in poppy seed country here), four nectarines, a packet of butter and a fine lump of pâté. All for the princely sum of €3. We certainly won’t go hungry – or broke – in this neck of the woods!…