
There was a lengthy queue to get over the border but, eventually, we’ve made it over the Pyrenees into Spain and the Costa Brava is basking in the heat of a late summer’s afternoon.
Adventures from the Continent
There was a lengthy queue to get over the border but, eventually, we’ve made it over the Pyrenees into Spain and the Costa Brava is basking in the heat of a late summer’s afternoon.
Every time it’s beautiful. Tonight the setting sun has cast a pinkish hue over the distant mountains. Twenty minutes later I return to the top of the hill and discover they are now a blue-grey.
Good news, at last, we’ve been booked for our first housesit. We’re off to Blajan in the south of France to look after an elderly boxer and rescued collie cross.
The A10 is the main Italian road that follows the Mediterranean coast heading west from Savona, if you’re not crossing a bridge you’re probably in a tunnel.
The weather has a big part to play in any nomad’s life. Our predecessors would go from place to place moving their herd to new grazing or following the migration of whichever great beast they hunted. We follow the sun, not because we want to look like David Dickinson but because we prefer a warm climate.
We’ve woken to glorious sunshine – at last! I let out a big sigh of relief as I settle into my chair on our balcony with a hastily made cup of tea. A beautiful view of Lake Garda greets me.
The day starts badly; we’ve been stuck in a traffic jam for two hours just inside the German border and there’s still several hundred kilometres to go before we reach our destination – Munich.
I normally plod along the motorway doing 65 but today we were in danger of missing our ferry so I may have inadvertently been speeding at some point.
Early morning in Berlin is bright and dry and we are walking with backpacks in the rough direction of our next accommodation that we can’t check-in to for another eight hours.
We head down to the restaurant for breakfast. Our aim is the same as the previous mornings; to stuff our faces with as much food as possible and smuggle out a ham roll for a packed lunch.