Eee but it’s great to be back home away from the hustle and bustle of the south. When the M6 moves on from Manchester, the traffic thins dramatically, and from there on past Lancaster, Tebay services (the best motorway services…
Category: Travel
Greetings from Achiltibuie
Postcard from the far far north in the Highlands of Scotland. So many local folks we’ve chatted with, before we headed north into the misty glens, had visited Achiltibuie, that we just had to make this faraway outpost our primary…
MOT Time . . .
Three little letters strike fear into the hearts and minds of virtually every family in this patch: M and O and T. It comes around once a year, and today it’s our turn. Although our new-to-us little Fiat Panda 4×4…
. . . on a summer holiday
Everything’s packed, Harry Hymer is prepped and the motor is warming up. We’re away for just a couple of days, not quite the ‘week or two’ of the song, but still. It’ll be a lovely little break, rain, shine, mist,…
Far-flung families . . .
It’s a truism of contemporary life, I guess, that family members often find themselves separated by great distances. And it’s not even necessarily contemporary — this diaspora has been going on for generations, centuries. My family history of the twentieth…
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days . . .
. . . .of summer! Maybe even when the torrential rains and thunderstorms come, as they did Tuesday evening, dramatically, maybe even then it’ll still be summer. It’s a dreadful weekend predicted, so much so that the Lions Golf Classic…
What’ve you got up top?
Motorhomes cruise through these valleys, and we’ve got quite a few of them that are ‘native’ to these parts as well. Indeed, I’ve just been kitting Harry Hymer out in preparation for our little jaunt to the seaside in early…
Getting ready for holidays
I don’t think we’re alone in spending a significant amount of time both thinking about, and then getting ready for a holiday. There’s always so much to do to prepare! But we’re starting a bit early this year, because we’re…
Sidelights, or less, in the f-f-f-fog?!
Stuttering with impotent rage over the fecklessness of some country drivers yesterday morning on our way in to the ‘toon for a hospital appointment, as we peered through the near-impenetrable fog to make out, just, a grey vehicle in front…
Travels, with or without the grands, on the 688 bus
Paul Mingard writes in with a lyrical essay on the joys of the rural bus route: “For some people riding the 688 bus is so mundane they hardly think about it. For others who never travel by bus, the trials…