Week 82

Friday 27th September to Thursday 3rd October to 2019

early morning Portugal

We changed to a better pitch on Saturday and are now settled in for the the winter

The new pitch is bigger than the old one and we get dappled shade until late afternoon

Once the sun gets properly high though it’s baking hot here…

Come the afternoon it’s far too hot to do anything but relax by the pool

Cfor’s spent most of the week sleeping in the van, He was chased by a dog last week so he might still be frightened. There again he may just have become an aircon addict!

What a poser!

I’ve started my couch to 5k again…

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Week 81

Day 555 – Friday 20th September 2019

Had a bit of lie-in then we hit the road for Salamanca about 180 miles further south.

The Spanish interior, it’s big and it’s pretty empty

We arrived at the campsite just after lunch and guess what, it’s another typically scruffy little unloved Spanish site.

Of course Cfor loves the site…

He went completely loopy rubbing his head on the base of this tree, some dog must have pissed on it.

After a Pot Noodle apiece we hopped on a bus into town… for a Spanish town Salamanca is  alright. It’s clean enough and lively. It also has two cathedrals…

The old cathedral viewed from the bell tower of the new cathedral

… it has a very big square

Plazza Mayor, I’m guessing they sell a lot of ham here

and a Roman bridge but I couldn’t be bothered seeking that out; after nearly 3 weeks on the road I’m all touristed out and just want to put my feet up in the sun.

Spain – any sandwich you want as long as it is ham!

Day 556 – Saturday 21st September 2019

On to Cáceres , (pronounced Cath-er-rus with a Spanish lisp on the Cath) a town I’d never heard of before and about 125 miles further south.

The campsite is great; it’s terraced so the pitches are level,

each pitch has it’s own toilet block with a nice shower, toilet & hand basin; luxury!

and there is a near Olympic size swimming pool all for €18 a night.

It rained pretty much none stop all afternoon so we were stuck in the van, I may run out of crisps & Madeleines!

In a break from the rain I went for a wander and discovered why the campsite is so good for a Spanish site…

half of it is paid for by Brussels, they’ve had over €150k in EU grants to promote tourism!

Day 557 – Sunday 22nd September 2019

Worst night’s sleep ever. Someone’s alarm malfunctioned at 4am and they couldn’t get it stopped for yonks. Then Cfor decided he really needed to go out!

In the morning we visited the town of Cáceres.

very considerate of them to make this match Julie’s coat

It has a large medieval quarter

it’s a UNESCO world heritage site which probably qualifies them for a grant or two

we were early so there were no tourists to ruin Julie’s photos

I think the town had about 4 cathedrals

Cáceres along with Salamanca is on the via de la Plata which is a camino to Santiago de Compostela. Plata means silver in Spanish, this was the silver route  from northern Spain to the Med in Roman times.

being on a camino there are plenty of scallop shells in town

Day 558 – Monday 23rd September 2019

Up early and off to El Rocio about 200 miles further south. The journey was uneventful and the campsite is okay but it’s absolutely baking.

Cfor loves the site but I don’t think he’s met the camp dog yet.

In rural Spain and Portugal they routinely kick their dogs out in the morning, hence all the dog shit

The streets of El Rocio are made out of sand so Zippy was a no no and I had to walk to the local supermarket.

with the sandy streets and blazing sun it was all a bit For a Few Dollars More

Thank god the site has a lovely cold pool 😀

Day 559 – Tuesday 24th September 2019

A baking hot day so a very lazy day.

The only place to be

Day 560 – Wednesday 25th September 2019

Up early and packed up ready to go but we had to wait a few hours for Cfor to return from his morning inspections!

The little swine is pretty fearless now and it’s becoming a bit of a problem on sites with permanent caravans, there is just too much interesting feral stuff going on under them.

Portugal 😀

On the journey Doris seemed a little confused at times and it took 4 hours; the normal roads in Portugal are okay for cars but going through towns is not easy in an 8m motorhome.

It was fabulous to arrive at Touriscampo

Our pitch is a little small but we  managed to fit on it. The Chateau took a while to put up because I’ve never put it up in anger before.

The chateau

Day 561 – Thursday 26th September 2019

Another fabulous cloudless day. It doesn’t really get baking until mid-day so we spent the morning getting all the stuff in the Chateau just right then after lunch had a relax by the pool.

it’s great to have fuck all to do 😀


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Day 548 – Friday 13th September 2019

A banging hot day. Too hot really. Mid morning we hopped on Zippy and went into La Rochelle for a nose about.

La Rochelle is an old fortified port and nowadays it has a lot of sailing yachts. Unlike down in the Med the French round here actually seem to like taking them out to sea!

These boats are here to take part in a race to Martinique in the West Indies

The fortifications

We paid to go up the Saint Nicolas Tower (the one on the right) for a view of the town.

Tower done we grabbed lunch from a stall but there was so much bread involved in my cheese roll that I couldn’t really move afterwards

well it is a port full of sailors

The day was just too hot, one of those days when you stick to the shady side of the street and if you see you have to go in the sun you look for the quickest way back to the shade.

Back at the campsite I cracked on the aircon then went and had a dip in the site’s pool. Half way down the tube slide I thought I was going to be seriously injured and never have I been so grateful to land in 3ft of cold water! I wonder if I can con Julie into having a go 😀

Day 549 – Saturday 14th September 2019

up early

Not quite as hot as yesterday but still needed the aircon on. Next time I am moaning about being stuck in the UK in July & August I need to remember just how hot it gets in Southern Europe in the summer.

Back down to the pool…

a bigger splash

Cfor loves this site, he loves rolling around in the dust

Day 550 – Sunday 15th September 2019

A beautiful sunny morning. We were fully packed up to move on but Cfor was nowhere to be seen!

He’d gone out about 08:30 as he normally does after breakfast but he only ever wants a quick look see before he settles down to sleep through the day on the dashboard. Today was different, he didn’t come back.

Cfor loves this hedge because…

it leads to under this chalet where I suspect all kinds of interesting feral things go on…

This site is very busy and while I don’t mind him going out at night or having a quick stroll early in the morning it’s not on for him to be out and about between 0930 & noon as people are up and have there chalet doors while they have breakfast and car doors open while they pack up to leave. Curiosity killed the cat and Cfor can be a very curious cat.

Julie and I were more than a little concerned when he hadn’t come back by 10am. We both suspected he was in a locker on some van on his way to Bordeaux and a new life. I went round all the adjacent pitches asking people to check for him.

Thankfully about 11am the little swine strolled back onto our pitch.

I’m back, everyone can relax!

Cfor on board we set off 2 hours late for a place called Bidart about 240 miles further south, nearly in Spain. It was a long hot and sticky journey but that leaves us just 750 miles to Praia da Luz which I intend to cover in 5 or 6 hops.

Of course when we parked up on our new pitch who followed me out of the door…

Day 551 – Monday 16th September 2019

Another very hot & sticky day. After lunch we went into the town of Bidart.

We’re near the Pyrenees, so the buildings look quite Alpine

It’s yet another immaculately kept French town. Everything is perfect and not a fag dimp in sight.

The French work bloody hard to make these towns and villages so immaculate, they put us to shame.

The beach was beautiful too

it was a naturist beach too!

I kept me clothes on

Taxman has told me he owes me £2,369.80 from last year 😀

Day 552 – Tuesday 17th September 2019

A hot but thankfully not a sticky day today. We motored into Biarritz on Zippy.

Biarritz really is a beautiful town. Everything is so fucking well done.

the Grand Plage, still full of sunbathers

the place is very popular with surfers

The Hôtel du Palais, where the recent G7 was held

Hard to imagine Boris Johnson having a street in France named after him 😀

Me flying the flag

The Phare

Day 553 – Wednesday 18th September 2019

An overcast start to the day, perfect for travelling. All aboard we motored down into Spain to a town called Burgos. The campsite is a scruffy little place but it’s very busy as it’s on the quick route south to the Costsa.

Cfor was out of the van before me!

when in Spain

There was a bit of a kerfuffle in the van when Julie spotted than Cfor had caught a mouse and brought in! This is the first time ever he’d brought anything home. Julie bravely trapped it under a pot

I let it go 50m from the van, I doubt it lived but better to die in peace than in Cfor’s mouth

Day 554 – Thursday 19th September 2019

Into Burgos.

Touring round Europe you can get all cathedralled-out and nowadays I generally refuse to look inside them but I made an exception for the Santa Iglesia Catedral Basílica Metropolitana de Santa María de Burgos.

the camera on a Samsung J5 can’t really do it any justice

This cathedral is a magnet for walkers on the very popular French Camino to Santiago de Compostela.

It’s big and it’s very ornate. There is tons of this stuff in dozens of different chapels

Heaven knows how many millions of hours of stone & wood carving and metal beating went in to this place or where they got the dosh to pay for it all

The tomb of Rodrigo Díaz de Vivar, El Cid to his mates

In Burgois I had terrible trouble getting anything to eat; the Spanish put ham on everything. The waiter suggest I have sandwich no.7 which he said was vegetarian, good job I check cause it had bloody tuna in it. Factor in the run down state of the place and the couldn’t care if it doesn’t work attitude and Spain is my least favourite country in Europe.

Hopefully we will be in Portugal this time next week.

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Day 541 – Friday 6th September 2019

A cold start to the day but the sun soon came out so we hopped on Zippy to visit Les Alignments. 

There are some 3000 standing stones (Menhirs) in and around Carnac

You see them all over this part of Brittany; at the side of the road, littered about the countryside and in people’s front gardens.

Julie in someone’s front garden

You can see why they’re called Les Alignments

Some of these boulders weigh well over 20 tons so what I find remarkable about Les Alignments is the physical effort involved in putting these enormous boulders in place. Especially when you consider how sparse the population must have been in 4,000BC and the fact they must have spent a fair bit of their waking lives either looking for food or generally trying to survive. The big stones would’ve take dozens of men to move. I don’t buy all this rolling them along on logs. Most logs are neither round nor straight they tend to be a bit bent & bumpy and very little ground is anything like flat. They didn’t have osteopaths in them days either.

At Les Alignments they do a tour in English on Mondays and Wednesdays but having taken it some years ago I can do it for you now;

There are about 3,000 Menhires in Les Alignments. They are thought to be from about 4,000BC and even though there are lots of theories about why they were created nobody really knows the fuck why. They were probably rolled into place on logs.

That’ll be €15 each merci beaucoup 😀

We took Zippy into the town of Quiberon and ate lunch

Quiberon is at the end of a peninsular and its west side of the peninsular is battered by the Atlantic giving it the look of Cornwall.

plenty of rugged rocks…

… beautiful beaches…

… and you can always find something dodgy to climb…

It was bloody windy up there!

In some shock news this Blog’s photographer has resigned her post over artistic differences!!!

Day 542 – Saturday 7th September 2019

It rained last night but it’s very sunny this morning. In the morning we did all the boring chores and after lunch went for a nose around La Trinité-sur-Mer.

La Trinité-sur-Mer is about half a mile in from the Atlantic on the Rivière de Crac’h and is a harbour for small yachts & boats

The old Blog photographer seems to have got herself some freelance work

After a nose about we went down to the Pointe de Kerbihan,

The new blog photographer is slowly getting the hang of things

Pointe de Kerbihan

A French Banksy?

Day 543 – Sunday 8th September 2019

A sunny intervals sort of day.

In the morning we visited the market at Carnac

It wouldn’t be a French market without the knife stall.

Market over we took Zippy to Auray

Port Saint-Goustan, Auray.

The old photographer has got her job back!

Day 544 – Monday 9th September 2019

A not warm but wet day. I cooked a monster Dhal and we binge watched some TV and played cards. We play a game called Spite & Malice. Tonight Julie lost and I have never witnessed such poor sportsmanship; she made Roy Keane look well balanced,.

Day 545 – Tuesday 10th September 2019

A better day. Still a little chilly but at least it was dry.

We hopped on Zippy and went to Locmariaquer, a little town on the Gulf de Morbihan for a nose about.


Day 546 – Wednesday 11th September 2019

Another sunny intervals sort of day. Up early and on the road to La Rochelle. It was an uneventful journey, we had a bit of trouble finding a site, the one we wanted was completely full which considering it’s the middle of September surprised me.

Cfor making himself at home on the new site

I took a couple of spins about on Zippy to get the lay of the land. La Rochelle is a lot bigger than I imagined.

A sunflower head drying in the late afternoon sun

Day 547 – Thursday 12th September 2019

Overcast start to the day but the clouds soon cleared and it was a beautiful afternoon.

Last night Cfor went out about 10pm, he loves the dark. About 15 minutes later he came in all hissing, something obviously  really spooked him.

today he is taking things easy

We visited the local towns of Angoulins & Chatelaillon-Plage in the afternoon.

Walking along the gravel track back from the beach tonight a van sped passed me then about 20m later it suddenly swerved onto the gravel track then quickly got back onto the road. The driver must have been fucking about with his phone.

No one is ever too far from sudden death




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Week 78

Day 534 – Friday 30th August 2019

A bright day.

As we are off to France tomorrow Julie spent the day putting all her things in the van and generally fussing about getting everything just so. I can’t complain, God knows what the van would look like if I was left in charge of the internal storage.

Finally fully loaded

I busied myself with my hedges.

Day 535 – Saturday 31st August 2019

A sunny morning and up early and off to Dover to catch the ferry.

This is how Cfor decided to travel today

Britain, what can you say? It’s certainly a lot livelier now with Boris in charge, I just hope it’s still here when we get back 😀

Once off the ferry we headed to a campsite just outside Wimereux near Boulogne for the weekend. After we’d settled in and had lunch we went in to the town for a nose about.

It’s fabulous to be back in France 😀

I love France. The Belgians make great beer and the Germans make great cars but the French know how to make great towns and villages and know how to look after them; we could learn a lot from them.

I see Guy Verhofstadt is visiting the town

Back at the campsite Cfor had a good look about before venturing out

Once he’d got his courage up the little swine was in and out of the van all evening

Sunset at Wimereux

Day 536 – Sunday 1st September 2019

A beautiful day

Early morning bathers, they must be completely mad

After a stroll on the beach we had lunch and then went to Boulogne and had a walk around the old town which is beautiful.

we came across some Morris dancers from Essex

Boulogne cathedral

Day 537 – Monday 2nd September 2019

A beautiful day. We packed up and set off for Mers-les-Bains about 80 miles further along the coast.  As we approached the campsite Doris decided to send us into the town itself and then around a tight narrow one way system. I could feel Julie’s blood pressure rising in the passenger seat:-D

Cfor loves looking at the traffic. I’ve told him when he’s old enough to get his provisional licence I’ll teach him how to drive.

The campsite at Mers-les-Bains is great; lovely and quiet and we have a big green pitch

Cfor loves it…

especially the long grass

Mers-les-Bains is a nice little seaside town with an unspoilt front and a stony beach packed with huts.

The French never waste a hilltop, the Notre Dame statue on the cliff overlooking Mers-les-Bains

Day 538 – Tuesday 3rd September 2019

A bright morning.

After Cfor had had his morning walk about we set off for Fecamp.

Just over halfway there Doris thought it’d be fun if we did 20 odd miles on twisty back roads rather than sticking to the main road. Julie was non too pleased.

At Fecamp the campsite itself was on a cliff overlooking the town and its approach was steep and narrow. It started off with a 150 degree turn uphill which it took us a couple of attempts then the road got decidedly narrower. After being softened up by Doris’ earlier back roads detour this really did for Julie’s nerves.

The site itself was very hilly so after all that palaver we hightailed it back down the hill and went on to Etretat.

The site at Etretat is municipal but very well looked after.

It’s also full which makes me think it’d be wise to start ringing up to book sites.

Etretat town from the Falaise d’Etratat

the Falaise d’Etratat (the arch on the right)

Day 539 – Wednesday 4th September 2019

A dull start to the day and light rain is forecast so we I decided we would give HonFleur a miss this trip and head straight down to Dinan. Doris behaved herself and we landed at the site just after lunchtime.

Pont de Normandie

Cfor was out the door and exploring the moment the engine was turned off

Dinan is a beautiful old Town.

It has a wonky clock tower dating from about 1500 and  it’s only €4 to climb the 158 steps.

It was a bit windy but there was a great view of the town

this bell scared the bejasus out of me

The town has around 1,300 half timbered buildings

Like all wooden buildings occasionally they burn down

The old part of the town is car free and immaculately looked after. The only litter I saw all day was a solitary Fish O Fillet box from bloody McDonald’s

Found a Santiago de Compostela badge, that’s a bloody long way to walk from here.

Day 540 – Thursday 5th September 2019

An overcast start to the day which was okay as we are travelling down to Carnac today.

Before we set off we popped into Dinan to have a butchers at the market

On the road after 10 minutes of fun and games with Doris and her imaginary weight limits we had a peaceful enough journey into Brittany.

The campsite that I rang up yesterday and checked had enough room for us was closed for the winter! Luckily there are dozens of campsites in the area and we were soon settled into our new pitch.

Cfor did his usual site inspection then spent the rest of the day asleep on the dashboard.

We are going to have a few boring days looking at standing stones generally relaxing like retirees should do.

The shore at Beaumer

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Week 77

Day 527– Friday 23rd August 2019

Another beautiful day. To East Surrey Hospital for a 3rd opinion on whether I have a Basal cell carcinoma on my conk. The good news is this consultant doesn’t think I have so I don’t need any treatment and we can get on and book a ferry 😀

this week’s caption competition

I booked the ferry the moment I got home, we set off Saturday 31st 😀

Day 528 – Saturday 24th August 2019

A beautiful day and we hopped on Zippy to go to Box Hill for a picnic.

Ryka’s Cafe; no it’s not a meeting of the Surrey Midlife Crisis support group, it’s a day out for a Harley Davidson Owners club. I know, same thing really.

Box Hill; at just 735ft I think the only other country in the world that would classify it as a hill is Holland

Nevertheless Box Hill is a bit of a Mecca for cyclists, I’m sure on the way up many of them imagine they are climbing L’Alpe d’Huez on the TdF

It was a boiling hot day but I enjoyed the walk and we enjoyed our lunch

Speckled Wood butterfly

Day 529 – Sunday 25th August 2019

Another cracking hot day. We took Zippy to Nutfield for lunch at Priory Farm

the Falafel Salad

Only 6 days to go till France 😀

Day 530 – Monday 26th August 2019

A beautiful morning and off to London to see the Notting Hill carnival.

I’m not a big fan of the tube, I’m always wondering whose got the bomb today

We had to walk from Kensington High Street station to Notting Hill.

I wonder how long before we some Johnson Arms pubs appearing 😉

There were lots of police out & about in force and they were stopping and searching black people.

I set off the metal detector and I asked the officer if he wanted to search me but he declined my offer; amazing what being polite & white buys you in London

cycling is very popular in London

As we’d arrived early we walked down to Chepstow Road so that we could actually see the parade this year.

waiting for the parade to start, Julie with the banana man

Once off and going there was lots of colour


dancing girls

more dancing girls

Fancy costumes and steel bands aside what the youth really wanted to do was to shake their stuff to the deafening sound systems

After a few hours under the blazing sun we were frazzled and went to look for some nosh.

The No.1 food on sale at the carnival is jerk chicken and the air is full of BBQ smoke. I settled for a Chickpea & Spinach curry which was more expensive than the jerk chicken

We had a wander over to Portobello Rd but the crowds were ridiculous

We were now completely jiggered by the heat and the sun so like the old fogies we are we headed home.

I wonder how many carnival attendees also support Extinction Rebellion?

It was a welcome relief to sit down in the air conditioned train. Could I take a pic of Julie to illustrate just how hot and sweaty we were?

that’ll be a no then

Highlight of the day… the long cool shower when I got home.

Day 531 – Tuesday 27th August 2019

Another very hot day. A early morning walk into town was all I could manage all day.

a Red Admiral warming up in the morning sun

Day 532 – Wednesday 28th August 2019

A nice cool morning so I took the opportunity to wash Nelly. The roof was thick with gunge from the pine tress it’s been parked under for 2 months so it took the best part of 5 hours to clean.


Day 533 – Thursday 29th August 2019

Another hot day. Did the hedges while it was still cool then binge watched some TV when it got hot.

I’m getting all excited at the prospect of setting off on Saturday but I’m a little concerned that Corbyn’s Trotskyist mates are planning to block roads that day just because Boris has outsmarted them; wannabe Yellow Vests. Think we’ll have an early start Saturday.

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Day 520 – Friday 16th August 2019

Another very wet day. Up early and on the M6

We stopped at Hilton Park services for possibly the worst breakfast I’ve ever had. The egg had been nuked, the hash browns shattered when cut and fuck knows what they’d done to the Veggie sausages. Thank God for baked beans and HP sauce

We were on the M6 because we are off to Knutsford to catch up with my mate Tom and his wife Caroline and then on to the Hollybank Caravan Park just outside Irlam for the weekend.

Hollybank Caravan Park… what a shithole.

They had the cheek to charge me £30 a night then because the grass was too sodden to drive on gave me a slot on their access road!

It gets worse, the toilet block is like something from the 1930s only badly painted

The 2nd worse toilet block I’ve ever seen, -10/10

What’s more the place was full of Tarmac contractors and yes they have used an apostrophe in Patios but I suppose English isn’t their first language

Day 521 – Saturday 17th August 2019

A bright morning and after a bit of a nightmare reversing out of Hollybank, which included a Julie panic attack, we were on our way to meet my younger brother Dave and his partner Jo.

The Trafford Centre, after their security saw us cruising around a busy car park looking for a space they wisely kindly let us in the coach park 😀

Eating at the TC; we had some top scram at Pesto

All full up I decided we weren’t going back to Hollybank, we’d go to St Annes and park on the front.

St Annes, tons of parking and it’s all free and no travellers

The Ribble estuary, beautiful

Day 522 – Sunday 18th August 2019

A bright and beautiful morning in St Annes

I love walking along the coast, the sound of seagulls, the sea air, the wind in my eyebrows…

We took a stroll around the pier.

It didn’t take me long to lose a quid

This is how the seaside used to be…

To my Aunty Tricia’s in Stalmine for some cake & tea, we had to drive through Blackpool to get there.

Blackpool; words fail me…

We were in Benidorm earlier this year and I have to say Benidorm is a much much classier place than B town

Day 523 – Monday 19th August 2019

After a good night’s sleep parked up on the prom at St Annes we were up early and off to Peel Green crematorium to spread my Dad’s ashes.

We got there early and Cfor was mad keen go out so I thought why not…

the little swine disappeared straight into the bushes and wouldn’t come out giving Julie her second panic attack of the weekend

The ash spreading over Julie and I hightailed it back to the Midlands for a very important meeting…

I could get a job for the Daily Mail

this is how Cfor likes to travel

Day 524 – Tuesday 20th August 2019

Up early and back to Reigate

Cfor has a gander at the traffic on the M25

Day 525 – Wednesday 21st August 2019

A bit of a lazy day, tackled the To Do list the trip up North generated.

Day 526 – Thursday 22nd August 2019

A beautiful day.

I took Julie to Redhill, I know how to treat a girl!


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Week 75

Day 513 – Friday 9th August 2019

A very wet start to the day so I spent the day finishing off scanning all the old family photos…

Xmas 1981  😮

Day 514 – Saturday 10th August 2019

Another very wet start to the day. Off to Crawley to watch Salford City.

Spot the Ball

As a football match it was a dismal affair. Crawley were first to all the loose balls and Salford rarely put any pressure on the ball. It ended 2-0 to Crawley but frankly it could easily have been 5 or 6.

Highlight of the day… a stonking great veg pasty with lashings of brown sauce, absolutely bloody fantastic 😀

Day 515 – Sunday 11th August 2019

Nice bright start to the day.

spent the morning sorting the van out for our trip up north. It’s going to be a full dress rehearsal for the trip to Portugal

Day 516 – Monday 12th August 2019

A very wet day. After getting caught in a biblical downpour I put my feet up and watched TV all day.

Day 517 – Tuesday 13th August 2019

A nice bright day. Finished loading Nelly up, there’s not much room left for anything and God knows what it weighs.

Day 518 – Wednesday 14th August 2019

A filthy wet drive up to Walsall

The weather has been absolutely fuckin’ awful this summer, we must stop this Brexit madness!

Cfor loves his new rug

Day 519 – Thursday 15th August 2019

A dry day thank god. Took Julie’s Mum out for a spin in her wheelchair. Had lunch in the park.

Walsall’s Arboretum is a beautiful park, it just needs a little sunshine

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Day 505 – Friday 2nd August 2019

Sod my family tree and Reigate, off to the south coast for a couple of days.

First stop Southsea and a trip up the Spinnaker Tower

Of course they’d laid on a marching band to celebrate our arrival

Having been up the TV tower in Berlin I can’t say I was too impressed with the Spinnaker Tower especially as its sole purpose is being a viewing platform but I suppose it’s something crossed off page 74 of my Bucket List.

Nah. Pompey doesn’t look great even from this height

Oh look a boat!

oh look, two more boats!

Julie shows off her flossing skills on the glass floor

The Spinnaker Tower done we had a drink in the Slug & Lettuce. Can’t say I’m too impressed with the locals at Gunwharf; I won’t go into details as I don’t want all my fat readers with very bad tattoos to think I’m judgemental.

Back is Southsea; I love a walk in fountain 😀

Day 506 – Saturday 3rd August 2019

Up early and off to Brighton. Half the town is closed off for Pride so Doris led us a merry dance over the South Downs before delivering us to Madeira Drive.

Dressed but grumpy for Pride – all dogs like a little bit of arse don’t they but I suppose when you are this size you’re generally on the receiving end!

To the parade…

There were the usual boring earnest activists…

and some other activists letting everyone know exactly what the baby Jesus thought of bum boys

but the people had come to see a show, some noise & colour

… some dancing girls although being Pride you never know which team they started out life batting for

it was good to see  Sir Cliff has finally come out

and no Pride parade would be complete with a bad trans-Madonna

The parade was so long we popped into Foodilic for a blow out lunch and it was still going on when we came out but you can have too much of a queer thing and we went for a lie down on the beach.

Some lads came and sat next to us doing balloons; surely that’s as embarrassing as sniffing glue

One of out neighbours on Madeira Drive,

Day 507 – Sunday 4th August 2019

Up early and after a stroll on the beach…

7 am and these 2 blokes walked passed me arm in arm. One was carrying a pint the other a latex glove…

Stroll over it was back to Reigate and to the Mill House for Sunday lunch with the worst waitress service ever. I could have eaten a scabby dog by the time my meal arrived.

Back home my new scanner had arrived 😀

Day 508 – Monday 5th August 2019

A wet start to the day; Reigate is a lovely town but sitting just under the North Downs is suffers a very damp micro climate even in August.

Reigate with the North Downs clouded out.

In the afternoon I recruited my No.1  DIY assistant Julie and polished off the last of the odd jobs on the house.

The Gutters part II

Day 509 – Tuesday 6th August 2019

Spent a frustrating morning trying to track down a couple of cousins before going for a walk with Julie…

a Cinnabar Moth caterpillar

a lost baby shrew

Day 510 – Wednesday 7th August 2019

Corr, it me birthday!

Julie bought me a Pie Barm for breakfast; I ate it cold and it was absolutely fabulous 😀

When I arrived home I found I’d been made a lovely cake 😀

For lunch we went to Beryl & Peg’s cafe.

Had another breakfast, a full Veggie fry up 😀

Rounded off the day with Pizza & Chips, some of the cake and a bottle of Rosé round at Julie’s; a perfect birthday 😀

Day 512 – Thursday 8th August 2019

Another mixed day weatherwise, supposed to be a storm on the way. Managed to track down my last 3 missing cousins! 😀

In the afternoon Julie and I went out for a walk into town.

a slightly battered Gatekeeper

No idea what we are going to do for the rest of the time we are in the UK. Supposed to be going to Manchester.


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Week 73

Day 498 – Friday 26th July 2019

A cool and damp start to the day, so much more comfortable than yesterday. Not a lot to do today but it is the 2nd day of the Alps in the Tour de France.

they have proper mountains in France

and it was a cracking bike race

but 2 days after blistering heat had threatened to curtail a stage snow, hail and a mudslide finally did

Day 499 – Saturday 27th July 2019

A wet start to the day and rain is forecast all weekend 🙁

Cfor is very pleased the heat has gone

I treated myself to a little walk in the local woods

then settled down to watch the final Alps stage of the TdF

the madness of the tour

the winner

Day 500 – Sunday 28th July 2019

A cool start to the day but the at least the forecast rain hasn’t appeared. After lunch Julie and I went for a walk.

Milk Thistle


I think this is Chalk Hill Blue

Painted Lady


Day 501 – Monday 29th July 2019

A sunny enough day, to Dorking for a nose about.

The Dorking Cock. Believe it or not a team of knitters used to dress the cock up for things like St Georges day and other events like World Cups but the council used to take it all down for Health & Safety reasons

There’s not a lot in Dorking these days. It used to be quite quaint but like a lot of British high streets it’s under pressure and a lot of it’s antique shops have closed.

To Box Hill to eat lunch

They’ve fixed the stepping stones…

a very brave 4 year old shows Julie how it is done

Day 502 – Tuesday 30th July 2019

The forecast was a bit grim but I had decided today was the day I would tackle the rest of the DIY odds and ends at home. what a fun retirement!

the gutters; I don’t like heights so long ladders are way out of my comfort zone

Day 503 – Wednesday 31st July 2019

Had a Magnum for breakfast 😀 Spent the day doing my family tree. Found quite a few distant relatives on Facebook.

Day 504 – Thursday 1st August 2019

Waited in all day for an Amazon delivery that never came. That will never happen again.


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