Responsible tourism is the new thing. Well we were being responsible tourists by not flying to France but that was only because we wouldn’t have been able to fit all our duvets and pillows in
Mum’s Gone to the Dordogne – Where’s Willy?
A few days into our holiday and it was piddling outside. I wasn’t expecting this and was most annoyed. Caravans are cold at night anyway and this weather wasn’t helping the general misery we were feeling in Jabba
Mum’s Gone to the Dordogne – Flirting with Frenchmen
I do love a good guide book. For this holiday I bought one of the Footprint travel guides for the Dordogne and Lot, written by Michael Pauls and Dana Facaros. Their style of writing really
Mum’s Gone to the Dordogne – 101 uses for Duck Tape
When my husband comes home from work of an evening his first thought isn’t to get the hoover out or dust the skirting boards. On holiday, however, he becomes a bit fanatical about cleanliness, probably because
Mum’s Gone to the Dordogne – Peripherique ou non?
In order to get to this hut on the left, we had to drive about three hours in England, half an hour on Eurotunnel and an eternity in France, stopping off for a night in Orleans,
Mum’s Going to the Dordogne
This weekend I have been mostly washing clothes, putting them on the line then running outside to rescue them from the downpour which has appeared out of the ether. I am ironing, folding and stacking. Woe
Mum’s Gone to Eurocamp – The Verdict
The next two days of our courtesy Eurocamp break were very serene: sunbathing, reading, drinking, swimming and generally chilling out in the hot sun. A short drive to the little coastal town of Ault (see
Mum’s Gone to Eurocamp – Meet the Neighbours!
Domaine de Drancourt – Photo courtesy of Eurocamp If you haven’t already chuckled at Day One of the holiday then have a look here. Discovered last night that caravans can get quite chilly at night if