After running the Museum of Witchcraft in Boscastle, Cornwall for 17 years, Graham King, his partner Kerriann Godwin, and their Chihuahua Yorkie cross Hugo are spending their retirement traveling around Europe in their beloved Hymer 508 motorhome, 'Dickie'.
Tap, tap, tap. Mr Fluffy's underpants were
frozen solid. That's what he gets for leaving them out in the snow.
We've spent the last week staying in
medieval villages in the south east of France and the weather has been
stunning. Christmas Eve gave us a one night break from Dickie when we stayed
with an old schoolfriend of mine from Australia who now lives in the Templar
village of Richerenches. There were 4 Aussies and a Pom at the table - a bit
unusual for these parts I think.
Gordes was the venue for Christmas day
followed by Moustiers Ste Marie - stunning villages which looked even better
with the sun shining on the surrounding mountains. I've decided I love olive
trees. The colour is so soft and welcoming - aaaaah! What a shock when we woke
up the next morning to see snow all over the ground. A lovely walk to the local
lake followed and we returned - drenched - to head off once again.
Moustiers through the olive trees
Sunset at Moustiers Ste Marie
As a suggestion I would warn against
driving around the Gorge of Verdon in a snow storm. After a tricky drive to
Castellane we spent the night below a gigantic statue of the Notre Dame Du Roq
and walked up to her this morning. it was not as hairy as it looked but, due to
the overnight snow, it was a tad slippery and Hugo did a few scrabbling dances
on the rocks and Mr Fluffy joined in for an occasional unscheduled skating
experience now and then.
As the Tom Tom knows all and Mr F will
follow it no matter what it says, instead of taking the main road to our
current location (Nice) we spent a couple of terrifying hours driving over
un-snowploughed roads adjacent to bloodcurdling drops to possible death. Mr F's
white knuckles gripped the steering wheel with such vigour that he needed a
shot of whisky and a block of cheese when we finally (and safely) reached Nice.
The Tom Tom was vindicated as it did help us find an alternative Aire as the
main one is jammed with Dickies.
Now to settle down for a night of Antiques
Roadshow and a spot of Inspector Morse. Surprisingly the satellite dish still
works this far south - hoorah!