After retiring from running the Museum of Witchcraft in Boscastle, Cornwall for 17 years, Graham, Kerriann, and their Chorkie, Hugo have now based themselves in Dorset and are setting off on another adventure in their motor home, Dickie.
it's quite a big one
On our way down to Jonkoping we stopped off at a rather massive rune stone in the grounds of a church. It's known as Rokstenen and has the world's longest rune inscription. It's located between Granna and Motala near Lake Vatten and for more information click on this link.
Heda church wall
in Heda church wall
Nearby was the lovely Heda Church which has a beautiful Madonna statue and two massive rune stones placed in the external walls.
The coastline along Tuscany was almost bad enough for us to turn around and head back to France. The roads are dreadful, it’s very busy and it was just unpleasant. Luckily we headed inland and all improved massively. We stumbled on a small hilltop village called Murlo; home to a particularly gorge restaurant called Il Libridinosa that serves local organic food. Two meals and two bottles of wine later we slept in the car park and I visited the Etruscan museum there the next morning.
We were excited to hear of a nearby site that boasted a sword in a stone but, sadly, it had nothing to do with King Arthur. At the Abbey of San Galgano the 12th century saint himself had thrust his weapon into the rock as a sign of peace and redemption. The abbey is now a deconsecrated ruin but still stunning. The small hermitage, home of the aforementioned sword, is still used as a chapel and we got a rapturous telling off by the ancient woman gatekeeper for taking Hugo inside. He had been allowed at the r…
The noise of those cow bells must really be driving these cows nuts. We’ve driven up to a stunning place in the alps called Sommand and are surrounded by mountains, trees, ski lifts and the ever present sound of cowbells - did I mention that before?? Despite the noise it’s a gorgeous location and the fluffy one (AKA Graham) has just gone off for a walk. I hope he doesn’t get hijacked by a Dirndl-wearing mountain gal on his stroll up the paths.
We’ve just spent a fabulous couple of days in Montreux. Graham stayed in a campsite (whic wasn’t so fabulous) and I visited friends Radan and Johannes in Caux. The road to Caux was too tricky for Dickie (being up extremely twiddly roads with low bridges and perilous drops). Their house is stunning with a wall of glass looking out over mountains and the lake - and Johannes’ cooking isn’t too bad either. Graham was more than happy to get a plate of leftovers yesterday before we trotted off to a thermal spa for a drop of hot water swimming.
After an unsuccessful attempt at parking at Orta San Guilio on Lago D’Orta we are now at a very comfortable camping place above Lago Maggiore in Ogebbio. The place itself is great with our own electricity and water and a view over the lake for 20 euros a night. The access to it was another story. It was so narrow I decided to run ahead to see if we were at the right place. After almost giving myself a resapiratory arrest from running up the almost vertical road I found the site at the top (YES TOP) of a very steep and narrow hill.
After I returned, breathless, to the van, Mr Fluffy drove Dickie gingerly up the road to the site (only mildly damaging one of the wing mirrors on a concrete post). We’re currently recovering from the trip with a nice glass of Spanish Rioja. We are determined to stay outside in this gorgeous weather even though there are bugs everywhere. They seem to have a penchant for the fluffy one’s wine - mine not so much.