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Hunters’ Hides, Wild Boar and Wilder Landscapes

The area surrounding Peyriac-de-Mer is a hill walker’s paradise. Our aire in the grounds of Stade Municipal d’Alès de Boscaud, the village rugby and tennis club, is a stone’s throw away from the start of the nearest trail.

Abbie and I explore a new route most days. A rough track covered by loose rocks ascends steeply from the nearby lagoon through marquis scrub and under wind-bent pine. On a calm day, I can hear the distant murmur of heavy traffic on the coast’s arterial A9. Calm days are rare. This is an area renowned for its wind. read more


A Voluntary Night in a Motorhome Prison

A high chainlink fence surrounds us. We’ve voluntarily incarcerated our Hymer home for the night. The only way to escape is by parting with cash, or plastic in this case. On a nearby roundabout, two stone Roman columns point towards a grey sky. We’re at a Narbonne aire to give our batteries a little tender loving care.

We needed to connect to a mains supply. Constant recent cloud denied our single solar panel the opportunity to provide us with free electricity. Constant rain and strong winds have made using our Honda suitcase generator a challenge. read more


On Storms, Draughts and Wearing Coats Indoors

Heavy rain imprisons us. We have been locked in our little box for thirty-six hours now, trying to judge gaps between downpours to take the dogs for essential toilet breaks. The one saving grace is our sea view, which is revealed to us when the rain briefly eases off to a steady downpour.

We lay last night in the drop-down bed above the driver and passenger seats listening to windblown rain bouncing off our thin plastic roof like handfuls of thrown gravel. Thunder crashed and lightning flashed, but we were warm and dry in our duvet cocoon. Getting out of bed this morning was less pleasant. read more

An Eccentric Frenchman at Narbonne Plage

Gruissan’s Quatre Vents aire was pleasant enough. It had a fully equipped service point with two motorhome bays, potable water, a grey water drain and a couple of chemical toilet disposal points. We had an open view of the Étang du Grazel on one side and a harbour filled with sailing boats on the other. A big plus was the surprising lack of motorhomes. It’s a big site which can hold two hundred and fifty vehicles if they’re packed in like sardines. We shared the space with one hundred and fifty of them last Christmas. We counted just thirty this time. read more


From Winter Sun in Gruissan to a Boat Viewing in Snowy Leiden

It’s 6:30 a.m. The thermometer is registering 45°F (7°C). If we’re lucky, it will claw its way up to 52°F (11°C) by mid-afternoon. The mid-January days we enjoyed basking in the sun from the comfort of our lightweight sun loungers are a distant memory. We’re at Gruissan’s Le Quatre Vents aire parked with a view of hundreds of bare masted sailing boats.

Even though we can’t wear tee shirts and shorts, we’re still happy to be here. We’ve seen one light frost this winter in France. The weather isn’t as benign in Leiden where Julisa, our Super Favorite mahogany and steel Dutch cruiser, is stored open to the elements in a steel cradle. read more

Low Cost Fine Dining in France

We often eat out during the summer months when we are on our boat in the Netherlands. Dutch pavement cafes are popular in tourist destinations such as Leiden where we moor our cruiser. A meal out is an opportunity to use the restaurant’s free WiFi to update our phones, tablets and laptops, watch one of the happiest nations on Earth at play, and gain a few pounds. As well as being among the most cheerful races on the planet, the Dutch are physically one of the biggest. They eat BIG portions. read more

Keeping Big Dogs Clean in a Motorhome

We have two dogs; Tasha and Abbie, twelve and three years old. They are basset hounds. Bassets are not the intellectuals of the dog world. They have a learning disability, they are developmentally challenged. To be quite frank and politically incorrect, bassets are a bit thick.

The intelligence of eighty breeds is listed in descending order on this site. The English border collie is number one. Bassets claw their way onto the bottom of the list at seventy-one. The breed needs 100-500 repetitions of a new commend. Even then, they’ll only obey any command which they’re supposed to know 20% of the time. Bassets won’t do as they’re told often or even at all, and they look ridiculous. Built like the trailer of an articulated lorry, and with too large paws supporting too short legs, their stomachs often brush the ground as they walk. So do their ears. The easiest way for Cynthia to sweep the Hymer’s floor area is to ask big eared Abbie to plod from the bathroom to the driver’s seat a few times. Not that she does as she’s told when asked. read more


Full Motorhome Expenses for January 2018

We live in our tiny home full time during the winter months, far away from the constant grey skies and biting cold of northern Europe. The climate here is far from tropical, but the slightly higher average temperature makes a BIG difference. Ours is an idyllic life, as long as we can cope with a living space smaller than an average UK single car garage, but how much does it cost?

Here’s our motorhome expenditure for January 2018. I’ve left out the personal stuff. Everyone spends differently. Good quality organic food is usually our highest monthly purchase. Cynthia needs to follow a strict diet to stay healthy. There’s a plentiful supply of well-stocked organic food stores here on France’s Mediterranean coast. Sometimes we have to drive twenty or thirty miles to the nearest store, or to an alternative store which stocks Cynthia’s specific products. Because of that, our diesel consumption is slightly higher than for those happy to use the otherwise excellent supermarket chains such as Carrefour and Intermarche. read more


Claira, Le Barcarès and Saint-Hippolyte – Replenishing Our Depleted Motorhome Supplies

Our motorhome life in statistics.

Days since leaving the UK: 479
Countries visited: 11
Miles travelled: 21,589
Miles Per Gallon (MPG): 21.3
Cost per mile: £0.27
Total fuel cost: £5,829
The weather yesterday: 59°F and sunny all day (Hooray!)

Yesterday was a ‘doing’ day. We try to group tasks so that I don’t have to drive every day. After twenty-one thousand miles on the road, I’m as comfortable as I’m ever going to be at the wheel of a twenty-five-foot steel and plastic box, but negotiating the narrow and unknown streets of an ever-changing number of towns and villages causes a certain amount of stress. read more


Managing a Motorhome Water Supply

A relaxing spot for Cynthia's tai chi

A relaxing spot for Cynthia’s tai chi

Cynthia and I like to wild camp as much as possible. The length of time we can stay away from civilisation is dictated by our water supply. Our potable water tank holds one hundred litres. In a bricks and mortar home where turning a tap produces an unlimited supply of the wet stuff, one hundred litres doesn’t go very far.

According to the This is Money website, a household tap delivers water at six litres a minute. At that rate, our tank would be empty in seventeen minutes. One hundred litres is roughly the amount you could fit in a bath, as long as you don’t want to climb into it. read more