MOTORHOME GETAWAYS Graham, Kerriann, and their chorkie, Hugo, head off to explore Europe and the UK in their Hymer, Dickie. There is usually a theme, be it stone circles, Black Madonnas or just fabulous cheese. Let's see what it turns out to be this time.
Thursday, 23 October 2014
New Travelling Companion
Eeeek! It looks like we may be getting a new companion to travel with in Dickie. We have reserved a rescue dog (chihuahua cross yorkshire terrier) and we hope to have him with us next week. He should be just the right size for Dickie and, hopefully, won't suffer from travel sickness. Will post some pics when all is complete and he's moved in.
Favorite Pics Part 2
Wow it's so busy being retired. Have just snatched a few minutes to put some more of our photos up. These are ones that we find particularly lovely and we may have not put on the original blog.
We love being in Dickie! We get to see some amazing things happening on our wonderful European and Scandinavian doorstep. We highly recommend travelling through Scandinavia especially as they are so motor home friendly up there - yes it's expensive but you save on accommodation/parking charges in most areas as you can just park for free. Take your own booze though.....
Gormley statue in Mo-I-Rana Norway |
Dickie from a distance in Tanumshede Sweden |
this girl's first fishing trip and she caught a giant halibut - Norway |
Mr Fluffy loving the Brocken steam railway |
Tollund Man Silkeborg Museum Denmark |
busy traffic along the Mosel Valley |
witchy water tower in Ellezelles Belgium |
4 year old knights on a giant horse Ath Belgium |
Saturday, 20 September 2014
Favourite Photos - part one
Alone on Donna |
Yesterday, I was going through my photos with a couple of friends who are about to head off on their own adventure in their new(ish) Hymer 680. There were a few lovely ones there so I decided to do a compilation of my favourite ones. Don't worry I'm not going to put the total 1000 or so on my phone on this blog. I have a few favourites that I thought some of you might like to check out.
At last - Donna |
the gorgeous Geraingerfjord Norway |
one of the many Norwegian bridges |
Kristiansund fishing harbour |
copper shining on the stave church Norway |
just stand right there..... |
interior of an old Norwegian house |
angelic swans |
in the middle of town - Fjallbacka |
Tanumshede sweden - phallic rock carving |
carved figure Ribe Cathedral, Denmark |
a foot in each sea - Skagen Denmark |
Harlingen |
Monday, 8 September 2014
Back and Busy
We've been back a week now and have been busy decorating my cottage so it looks fresh and bright for whoever buys it. This blog has been neglected due to the fact we get in after a day's painting and all we want to do is plonk on the sofa and vegetate. There are a couple of videos of the Ath giants that need to be added to the blog but it's quiz night at the Welly tonight so that may have to wait till tomorrow.
Mr Fluffy has been working hard but managed to get a few hours off to go kayaking. Unfortunately he got seasick and was wiped out for the rest of the day. I have now employed the services of a local handy man to help finish off the painting as we feel it is a bit too much for our old bones. The cottage is looking rather gorge though so hopefully it will sell soon.
Will take some pics today and pop them on.
can I go now? |
Will take some pics today and pop them on.
removing pink to go all white |
at last a rest |
Thursday, 28 August 2014
Thank you For Your Voice
We are now back on British soil and staying in Deal for a few days to spend time with our friends Suzi and Scott Roberts who run the Dining Club here. Last night we went to Broadstairs and popped in to a Pub that happened to be holding a folk night. There were several furtive glances in Graham's direction and after a while a woman came up to him, shook his hand and said 'thanks for your voice'.
Now Graham has been known to sing the odd ditty or two but we presume it was a case of mistaken identity. The Fluffster became a tad stressed and urged us to leave quite quickly in case he was asked to sing and disappointed an entire room of eager Folkies.
So who does Graham look like? What an amusing night.
Now Graham has been known to sing the odd ditty or two but we presume it was a case of mistaken identity. The Fluffster became a tad stressed and urged us to leave quite quickly in case he was asked to sing and disappointed an entire room of eager Folkies.
So who does Graham look like? What an amusing night.
Tuesday, 26 August 2014
Giants, Devils and Pussies
Sunday morning began at 7am with a roman legion, a group of pirates, and a marching band filing past Dickie. It should have felt weird but after the last couple of days of giants, devils and burning underpants it felt somehow normal. The parade started at 945am so we walked our five minutes into town and found a great spot at the start of the action by 9 o'clock.
By 1215 we had seen:
a two headed eagle ridden by a three year old bespectacled child with a red feather in his cap;
a giant horse propelled by 16 men hidden in its skirt and ridden by 4 more three year olds this time wearing faux armour;
A number of beautifully decorated floral floats complete with people of various ages wearing costumes from different eras;
several brass bands complete with twirling baton girls;
and five more giants;
....oh and the devil and a savage were there too.
What a hoot!
In true Mr Fluffy form, he was approached by a Belgian radio presenter to do an on air interview about his thoughts on the parade. Quickly mentioning he didn't speak French, the interviewer continued in English and we presume the Fluffster has been beamed live into the radios of several Belgian households spouting forth about the fabulousness of our stay in Ath. He was very excited to learn we had come especially to see Les Geants. The people of Ath are, rightly, very proud of their tradition.
Several times during the parade we were amused to note that a kitten had an even better view of the proceedings than we did. Its owners held it at the window above the action and it stared in awe as the giants twirled around, their hair swinging out almost close enough for it to touch. It's face was a picture.
Fond memories of Ath and its wonderful Geants will stay with us. Thanks to Julia Bovey and Martin Dean who, via Facebook, alerted us to it. It was great to see you all.
Not yet having our fill of strange creatures we headed off to Ellezelles, apparently the birth place of Hercule Poirot no less. I read in the tourist brochures that this town holds a witches' sabbat every June and that there is a 'Sentiers de L'Etrange' (Strange Walk) in the area. A local folklorist and artist, Watkyne, had set up this walk many years ago and has placed strange artworks related to local folklore along the way. It was a very cool walk through some lovely countryside, dotted with a devil playing a violin and numerous other forest fairy folk. The whole town was devoted to a 'sorciere' theme with many shops sporting witches in their windows. The church even had a giant topiary witch, complete with black cat, out the front.
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For the last two days we have been heading back to Calais for the ferry home on Wednesday. It's been pouring with rain but it's been nice to snuggle down in Dickie and listen to the rain pelt down on the roof. We are now at the Aire by the ferry port and watching some rather dodgy characters eyeing up the vans. Or Maybe it's just me being paranoid.
brave children |
By 1215 we had seen:
a two headed eagle ridden by a three year old bespectacled child with a red feather in his cap;
a giant horse propelled by 16 men hidden in its skirt and ridden by 4 more three year olds this time wearing faux armour;
A number of beautifully decorated floral floats complete with people of various ages wearing costumes from different eras;
several brass bands complete with twirling baton girls;
and five more giants;
....oh and the devil and a savage were there too.
What a hoot!
In true Mr Fluffy form, he was approached by a Belgian radio presenter to do an on air interview about his thoughts on the parade. Quickly mentioning he didn't speak French, the interviewer continued in English and we presume the Fluffster has been beamed live into the radios of several Belgian households spouting forth about the fabulousness of our stay in Ath. He was very excited to learn we had come especially to see Les Geants. The people of Ath are, rightly, very proud of their tradition.
Several times during the parade we were amused to note that a kitten had an even better view of the proceedings than we did. Its owners held it at the window above the action and it stared in awe as the giants twirled around, their hair swinging out almost close enough for it to touch. It's face was a picture.
Fond memories of Ath and its wonderful Geants will stay with us. Thanks to Julia Bovey and Martin Dean who, via Facebook, alerted us to it. It was great to see you all.
Not yet having our fill of strange creatures we headed off to Ellezelles, apparently the birth place of Hercule Poirot no less. I read in the tourist brochures that this town holds a witches' sabbat every June and that there is a 'Sentiers de L'Etrange' (Strange Walk) in the area. A local folklorist and artist, Watkyne, had set up this walk many years ago and has placed strange artworks related to local folklore along the way. It was a very cool walk through some lovely countryside, dotted with a devil playing a violin and numerous other forest fairy folk. The whole town was devoted to a 'sorciere' theme with many shops sporting witches in their windows. The church even had a giant topiary witch, complete with black cat, out the front.
Giant in the museum and me with bad hair |
Mrs Goliath at her wedding |
The Archer being 'attended to'. |
Victory watched by a pussy in the window |
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For the last two days we have been heading back to Calais for the ferry home on Wednesday. It's been pouring with rain but it's been nice to snuggle down in Dickie and listen to the rain pelt down on the roof. We are now at the Aire by the ferry port and watching some rather dodgy characters eyeing up the vans. Or Maybe it's just me being paranoid.
Monday, 25 August 2014
The Ball in the Hole
Saturday 23rd August was the day of the marriage of Goliath and Mrs Goliath and also the birthday of Mr Fluffy. We awoke to the sound of beating drums and had seen 3 rats before 11am. That's what we get for parking next to a canal. The day was looking good so far. In the morning we took a two hour walk along the tow path and the rain came in on our way back. Happily, we were just passing an old birdwatchers' hut so were able to shelter there. We had a lovely view of a lake with ducks swimming and the rain dropping on the water.
We were back in time for the wedding at 3pm. One of the locals told us that it is treated as a real marriage and several dignitaries were there to attend the ceremony in the church. The giants (which weigh around 130 kilos) were paraded and danced along the street by a series of very strong chaps dressed in white. When the giants kiss the whole crowd erupts in screams of delight and enthusiastic applause.
We had to stand for a long time and a very tall chap came and stood in front of at one point. 'I think I'm standing behind the tallest person here' I said. 'Not quite' said Graham pointing to Goliath.
view through a hut |
Mrs Goliath |
To view a video of the Giants' kiss click here.
Mr and Mrs Goliath |
A little after the wedding a small boy is selected to play 'David' and to challenge the giant then attempt to throw a ball into the hole of his skirt. If the ball goes in it is considered very lucky for the town and, of course, the boy. Tension mounted as the he took aim and 'hoorah' the whole crowd exploded in applause when the ball went in. 'David' was carried on the shoulders of the attendants and some people were in tears at the spectacle. It was very moving actually and bodes well, especially for Mr Fluffy on his birthday.
the Devil character walks in the procession |
Just remembered that I embarrassed my self earlier in the day when chatting in franglais to a very lovely local chap. I had meant to say 'Ici' (meaning 'here') but managed to do my best Hercule Poirot impersonation saying 'eeeer' instead. How embarrassing...luckily he didn't seem to notice my faux pas and I managed to hide my red face and tittering behind a carefully placed hand. Must work on my French.
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