Saturday, 31 December 2016


We decided to head away for new year's. Northumberland was our first choice but after a couple of hours driving we opted for Flamborough!

I managed to tick another "incompetency" box in the world of motorhoming. This time I managed to sink the rear of the van in the grass until the rear axle was on the floor.

Many kind people came to help but none could get us out. It was time for the big guns... A Tractor to drag us out!

The Night Sky

Flamborough Beach

A WWII pill box can get inside!

Going down...




Steve save's the day.. for £20!

Happy Campers!

Thursday, 25 August 2016


We should have been somewhere along the coast of Brittany at this point in August but as usual we have swerved our initial plans and gone with a last minute dash to.. Grantham!

We have just moved into a little bungalow that as a result of my DIY frenzy has no facilities available.. At all.  Thus we decided to opt for the motorhome that has hot water, a fridge and a working toilet!

Our departure date for the ferry came and went as we were up to our necks in demolition duties. The weather was too nice and I was sick of smelling of chimney soot. So we grabbed our bags and jumped in Bernie. Once we got her off the drive we sat there wondering where to go.. 10 minutes past... Belvoir!!

On route to the Vale, Mand put a pin in the map and booked us a CL in a little village  called Casthorpe. A lovely little place. After settling in we walked along the Grantham canal to the Rutland Arms for some grub and real ale.

It was a mile and a half. A mile too much for Tink. The pub had just been refurbished and only had crisps on the menu. Two quick pints and a steady walk back for a bbq supper.. carrying Tink or course.

The morning came after a spicy BBQ concoction the night before  , we headed half a mile down the road to Barrowby for a brunch at a Deli we past the day before while lost. 

( A middle aged ) 
"One for the road"

From here we headed to Loughborough to 50 cycles to have a blast on some demo electric bikes. Some of which were unrestricted and technically illegal. We were looking for a bike for Mand that has a little "assistance" so we could get out together.

The first batch...


The Beast. 28mph.. Mand liked this one.

After a couple of hours fun zipping up and down an industrial estate  we headed for a CL I previously went to with Jack and George. Heronbrook in Cotgrave. After taking a detour via Kegworth looking for a pub. Let's just say, non were suitable!

We ended up in the Manvers Arms in Radcliffe on Trent for a lovely bit of grub. Bernie just squeezed into the Carpark. Anyway two glasses of Merlot later we headed for Herobrook.


The following morning we walked another local stretch of the Grantham canal.

Back at the site we got talking to a German couple who had two kids and Three large greyhounds in their motorhome!

They had electric bikes and while talking to them I saw the future. 

These fancy looking carriages are not for kids. They are for the three greyhounds! As we walked back from the canal they whizzed past us with the dogs being towed like royalty!

"Guten Morg!"

I suspect we will be having such a doggy taxi in the near future.. save me carrying Tink everywhere! 

Saturday, 16 July 2016


We stayed one night in the lovely Elm Tree Farm. My initial worries about wild camping and keeping my batteries charged was unfounded. I awake, checked the geeky control panel and the batteries were topped to the brim with lovely sunshine juice. Them solar panels are amazing! We surveyed the local area and decided we would visit Cheddar Gorge before heading back North. Not only is this place famous for its cheese but it's stunning natural landscape carved into the rock over 1.2 million years ago.


The initial climb up is very steep and is covered in shiny, slippery boulders making it very hard work!

Top of the Gorge, its a long way down!

Spotted these two nutters perched on the edge!

Friday, 15 July 2016


Friday morning came very early, our first real wild camping experience was cut short by my worry about getting the van stuck on the way out. So I told Mand the early morning plan, she wished me luck and turned over in bed. With everything secure in the van I attempted the previous nights maneuver in reverse. It did take a bit of jostling around the tightest bend but with a yelp of "We've made it", I was on the home straight. Not much appreciation came from the back of the van, just a little snore. Mand subsequently told me she was hiding under the duvet, hoping for the best. Anyhow we were out, I took us to the car-park we had poo pooed the night before and celebrated with a cup-o-tea and some toast.

Free from all work constraints we thought we would head a little further South and visit that little village where they film Doc Martin, Port Isaac.

I hadn't learnt my lesson from the previous day and typed our destination into Without checking it I set off,  we entered Port Isaac on the narrowest, steepest road possible!

Thankfully nothing came the other way!

The Chemist from the series, although its actually the local sweet shop!

The cafe, isn't a cafe, its someones house!

Finally the school is actually a restaurant!

We left Port Isaac at 9am after securing a bag of Cornish pasties, shortbread biscuits and an assortment of fudge. Where now.. Padstow we though, its only about 10 miles away and Rick Stein has his chippy there! We arrived at Padstow before the crowds ( as we like it ) and quickly found the perfect parking spot.

How you squeeze a 7.5m van in a 5m parking spot!


Fresh crepes in the harbor!

Where now? We had been told my Mandys friend "Two Bridges" in Dartmoor was amazing and worth a visit. So.. back in the van.. lets go East!

We are parked in the middle of the picture, can you spot us?

We arrived in Dartmoor, it was idyllic, the sheep seemed not to bother about the traffic and just amble about in their own world. The scenery goes as far as the eye can see and it really is stunning. We stopped at the Badgers Holt for a bit of free parking, lunch and a cream tea. I know .. even the gent who served us said "Fair play ta ya" when he collected our empty plates! Prices are very good and the food is stunning!


more lunch

We then headed off for a walk and to take in the blustery hilltop air.

We considered wild camping here but apparently you're not suppose to anywhere in Dartmoor.So we phoned a CL in Somerset. Elm Tree Farm CL.. here we come.

It was an amazing spot, Chris was very helpful and for £5 a night, we were happy bunnies.. Its been a long one.. nighty night!