A Simply Fab Life
Camping out of season has its advantages, notably having the place to yourself. Except for when the local shepherds invade the campsite with a flock of woolly ruminants.
We end up on a building site as we eye out the frontier with Portugal, but are ultimately seduced by the glorious beach…
After a lovely (olivey) change of pace in the mountains it is back towards the coast – and a cold reception
A side of Motril probably never seen. A rocky outcrop. And millions of olive trees…
Just when you think you’ve seen some pretty incredible European scenery that can’t possibly get more dramatic, nature comes along and says: hold my beer
Six hundred pitches and none to spare even at this time of year? That is a LOT of campervans. We go undercover to investigate…
Between Valencia and Alicante lies the sleepy (at this time of year) village of Xeraco near Gandia. And a quirky little campsite. What does it have to offer?
This one is a pretty cool campsite with direct access to a really, really nice beach. Pitch space is limited, but…
Ryanair FR9163, you are cleared to land runway 07R. Slight tailwind. Clear skies. Keep an eye on the campsite below…
Yes. Palm Trees and a heated shower block with Star Trek doors… What more do you want?
This is a pretty comprehensive (video) review on the campsite Gaset near Talarn in Spain, before we tackle some fearsomely steep hills into the Pyrenees…
We cross over the endlessly long Spanish plains from northern Portugal in a virtually straight line directly east and take in three campsites: Mogadouro, Tordesillas & Vera de Moncayo
We’re on a roll now! Having crossed northern Spain east to west and now heading to another country!
It is so chilled and laid back that the owner prefers to continue his lunch rather than do paperwork and waves us away to find a spot to our liking. He’ll do the details later… but never does!
Granted – France is a lovely country – but we have now spent the better part of a month trying to get over the border!
As a sliver of light peaks in through a small breach in the tent flap, I can feel the warmth in here – quite a contrast to yesterday’s awakening in northern France.