Here we go – another new year with the renewed aim of continuing the blog. Last year I decided to

Some people call me the Space Cowboy. Actually no one has ever called me that. I’ve been called plenty of

And so, it was time to go home or more correctly time to get Karen home. I had pre booked

This morning Karen was feeling no better and if anything, slightly worse despite having a long, good night’s sleep. She

Today was moving day and the plan had originally been to take an early slow drive up the causeway coastal

It was another late start as Karen was still suffering with her cold. Breakfast was as good as yesterday and

A not so early start to our first day in Belfast after we both got a really good nights sleep

Today was a more relaxed start to the day. We have planned to leave the car behind and walk into

Another early start day but this one was different as it had blue skies. On the road at 8.30am we

We think that Cornwall for us is getting like the Allan Sherman song – Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh’. For anyone

As the day was forecast to be wet for the most part but hopefully getting out later, Karen had decided

Todays plan involved driving up to the North coast of Cornwall for the first time and walking around St Agnes

After over 260 blogs (equivalent to more than 2 decent novels) written over 3½ years I now find myself having

Today I am going with a new attitude and to try and really enjoy Cornwall. There must be something I’m

Flipping heck, Cornwall is a long way from Norfolk. We were on the road for 8.30am ready for the 419-mile

Well those few few weeks flew by as well. The drive back from Dorset seemed long but uneventful. We arrived

A planned early start to beat the crowds today start ended up not much earlier than normal, as Karen slept

Another warm night but better than a cold one. Breakfast was empty again today and our table by the window

Well, that was another hot night. Actually, another exceptionally hot night although eased somewhat by the fan, although I noticed

Well, that was a hot night. An exceptionally hot night. When I eventually got to sleep, we were woken by

And so, the “Two go to Dorset’ trip begins. A target of wheels rolling by 9am to get petrol on

Blimey doesn’t time fly when you are having fun. A simplified idiom that dates to the 1800’s probably based upon