Month: September 2020

Decided to stay here today. The motorhomes are packed in like sardines, but at 12euros per night and tucked away behind the police station, what’s not to like? We’re about 200yds from the lake and about twenty minutes walk to

After some debate about whether we should visit the island of Burano we decided to head for Lake Garda instead. Lucky that we did, as the car park turned out to be twice the price we thought it was! The

A bit of shunting backwards and forwards to get out of the campsite this morning – so many trees! We’d decided to head towards Venice, as a bit of research pointed towards the fact that it is less busy than

It was threatening rain this morning with the odd roll of thunder. Nothing for it but to get the cleaning done .☹️ Hate doing it but always feels so much better afterwards. Had planned to walk into town for Guy

Getting up later every day even though it’s quite a noisy campsite. The Italians don’t do breakfast quietly 😉 Had a walk round to the lagoon area (covered in Jungle Formula). It seemed really hot, but we managed to see

Proper day at the seaside today. Tried to get a load of washing done first thing but all three machines were mid cycle. Went to the beach instead; lasted about an hour then we were hungry 😋 Had forgotten about

Did a sneaky wash of the motorhome this morning seeing as we were the only people on the motorhome site. Guy couldn’t find the steps in the ‘garage’ and thought we must’ve left them at the storage place back home.

The excitable photographer was up at the crack of dawn, getting a couple of miles of rock scampering in. He got his sunrise pictures, so came back happy and frozen at 8am. He wasn’t alone, as I could hear cars

After a quiet night in the city, we got up to find the car park rammed with cars; they were squeezed into every corner – not sure how we got out! Making our way towards the Dolomites, we first took

Had to do a bit of a route change this morning, as the tunnel we were heading towards seemed to be only inches wider than the van. Many, many, bends as we climbed our way up towards first Bormio, then