We're scratchin the itch.... we're on the road again......

London

2007-07-12T02:06:00.000+01:00

I hate goodbyes - especially to travelling - I always simply want to keep going and so now I have the next trip planning in my head already ...

The time has come to pack up.

We have had a busy few days,

After a busy cleaning and Washing day, we took the train and Tube into London City on Monday Night. We took Scarlet to the theater for the Sound of Music -- She knew all the songs too,

Tuesday Scarlet and I had a welcomed sleep in and then went to London Shopping, while Rod went to wander the British Museum.

Wednesday was my turn, so I headed into the City to visit the Design Museum and Shakespear's Globe. While Rod entertained Scarlet.

Wednesday evening organizing the camper - We cant pack cause our suitcases are at the storage place, -- so everything is ready for tomorrow, and so now I am madly getting the blog diary up to date .

Thanks for reading, I hope I have shown you a little bit of the world once again and will have the home coming story next week

We fly out on Thursday night and arrive on Saturday.

So I will sign off for now and hope to see or speak to you all again in OZ

Au Revoir , - and yes I have been trying to keep up with my French Lessons - Kate if you are reading this send the Verb page to tracelennon@hotmail.com - I didnt have your direct email address - thanks for your message - see you next term.

Trace Rod and Scarlet

East Coast and Cambridge

2007-07-12T01:38:00.000+01:00

We had a lovely evening catching up with Sonia and Neil, the kids didnt want to stop playing and they were hoping that Scarlet would be still there after School, but After spending the night camped outside Sonia and Niel's home at Barnsley, we really had to keep moving south.

Our Next Stop was Lowestoft to see Roy and Sylvie at their home, we were able to park up and camp once again. It was nice to have home cooked meals, a few card games.

Roy and Sylvie had planned to show us the sights, First we headed south to Felixstone, stopping along the way. Next day we wet to Greater Yarmouth with their friends Sam and Wendy and we all had a lovely day, along the beachside fun centres and the Pier.

Scarlet had fun playing the 2P machines with the help of Rods Skills, she came away with a few trinkets.

These Beach Huts sell for 40,000 pounds plus, each - just for day use, not allowed to sleep in them.

There were some crazy home made Amusement Machines here, this was the frisking machine...

The Old and popular fish shops near the harbour

Next Day at Greater Yarmouth

Just before the storm,

Here they have shops that just sell chips, nothing else just fried chips with all types of sauces...

They were good too, fresh made ..

Later, you wouldnt know it rained...

Rod and Scarlet on the 2P machines, - put the 2p in and hope that it knocks the other coins off to win the money or the trinket

We farewelled Roy and Sylvie once again, and headed on our way south,

We stopped for the afternoon to cycle round Cambridge, The famous University Town, we didnt go punting this time, - it was a warm sunny day and we made the most of it..

Next Stop London,

Cant believe the time has flown so fast, we have our last few nights in London before heading home - Wish we were off for a ferry to France... Maybe next time!

Booked into the Abbey Wood camp site in London, we arrived on Sunday night.

So see you in London Town..

Salut!

Trace Rod and Scarlet

2007-07-12T00:57:00.000+01:00

We had booked in to the Club Site – Rowntree Park earlier in the week. The city was on the river which was at bursting point since all the rain. The campsite was on alert, which was all very normal to them as the river floods at least 8 times per year. With meters still to spare before the water came lapping in the park gates, it all seemed ok.

With a nice sunny spot, and a good flat concrete drive, it was an ideal safe place for Scarlet to ride her bike. She was still on her training wheels – Stabilizers as called in the UK. Rod suggested if she would like to try and have a go without them and to our surprise she agreed, and wanted to try right then, so without hesitation, they were unhooking the bikes and her helmet was on.

With a shakey start, our neighbouring campers – Sydney and Doreen watched on. With their help, they advised Rod, they had taught their own children and grandchildren so they were the experts. One trainer wheel was put back on and in no time, less than an hour she just about had it right.

Off to shrek 3 that evening and a meal out.

Next morning before we set off for the day, she had a few more tries. But it was that afternoon that she finally got it. And was soon going round and round. Rod not far behind on his bike.

It all ended a little too soon on this afternoon, the other campers had seen her learning , An English lady called to her as she rode past, You’re doing great, distracting scarlet, who looked over, wobbled, righted, then wobbled past a couple of walkers, clipped the ladies hand and over she went. Limping back to the camper with a bruised knee, but luckily not her courage.

York was surprisingly a really nice city. We biked into town from the campsite and then set out on foot to explore. The city was on high alert, since the latest unfortunate events, with armed police patrolling the city.

York began as a medieval city in AD 71, Before becoming a Roman City, the capital of the northern province, and was known as Eboracum. Here Constantine the Great was made emperor in 306. 100 Years later the Romans left and the Saxons took over, renaming it, Eoforwic. The city’s Danish Street names are still a reminder, that it was a Viking centre in 867.

Scarlet Stopped to feed the geese on the way home - they wouldnt stop coming..

One of the most impressive sights of any city is the church, cathedral or Minster in Yorks’ case. These massive structures overwhelm most places especially small villages, no matter how small the settlement, there is always some monastic history acclaimed to it.

We haven’t been to all the cathedrals in all the towns, Rod suggested this one, is supposed to be worth seeing, so after locking up the bikes we set off to the York Minster.

Being the largest Gothic Cathedral north of the Alps, built in the shape of a cross, 158m long and 76m wide, boasting the largest collection of medivial stained glass in Britian. Minster means a church served by monks, but priests served in York.

With a long history since Roman times, below ground the remains of a Roman Fortress with Viking, Norman, and Medieval carvings, with tresures and jewels of the archbishops. The crypt is the final rest for St William of York. Originally a Roman Catholic Church, it has been part of the Church of England since the break away from Rome by King Henry VIII in 1534.

With vegemite sandwiches gobbled down on the front stoop, we soon were off once again to walk the remnants of the Roman Wall, surrounding the city.

Along with a bit of shopping. Then spend an hour in the Jorvik Viking Centre - Where we rode on carriages through a Viking village - realistic with sounds and smells. Then the museum, had on display some of the 40,000 relics that had been found on this very site. Rements of an existing wall had been saved , making part of the Viking town.

York was a rally nice City - Next day, we wanted an early start so that Rod and Scarlet could spend the day at the Light Water Valley Theme Park. So I biked into town to pick up a few things nice and early before heading off.

While I relaxed, Rod and Scarlet, whirled, wizzed, rolled, zoomed for hours.
Before heading south once again, this time to arrive at Barnsley to see friends - Sonia, Niel Adam and Isabelle.

Till then

Salut!
Trace Rod and Scarlet

A day in Whitby

2007-07-12T00:23:00.000+01:00

With a great sunny day, we drove to Whitby to bike round town for the day. Now this little ocean-side town was one of the prettiest we have seen. Divided by the River Esk, The old town section was bustling with people enjoying the outdoors, Seafood restaurants, pubs, lining the streets.

Like most of the English seaside towns a row of amusement machine centers faced the channel.

Whitby is famous for Captain James Cook. Replica old day boats took tourists for pleasure trips. And a noisy steam engine truck took them for a hasty burn around the sights.

Across the channel St Mary’s Church and the 13^th Century Whitby Abbey stood prominently on the hillside.

These chicks were still in the nest on the cliff side overlooking the whitby harbour, both parents were nearby. These little ones couldnt fly.

As Whitby was once a Whaling town, these bones are from a Whale's Jaw.

We spent sometime at the Captain Cook Memorial Museum. The dwelling, in which he museum was housed, a Mid-18^th Century house was once the home of the Walker family. James Cook lodged here in the attic, 1746 – 49 whilst he was an apprentice to Captain John Walker.

The museum displayed many attifacts of the household, but also the 16^th to mid 18^th Century maps of the world before Cook’s voyages. As well as documents showing Cooks internship, Naval Enlistments, letters, medals, and Voyage logs and diaries.

A display of Sir Joseph Banks the Botanist’s scientific notes, with fantastic artwork of the flora and fauna of Sydney from the first visit and voyage, by Sydney Parkinson.

With a storm threatening to blow in from the ocean, - we headed back to the camper on the hill and drove to the far side, to view the abbey. Out in the rain, peacefully I wandered round the abbey, listening to the audio guide, there was only a sprinkling of other visitors and so I was able to enjoy the quietness.

The monastery was founded in 657. Sacked by the Vikings in 870 and then rebuilt as a Benedictine Abbey in the 11^th Century. The ruins remaining date around the 13^th Century. The storm blew in, and as the rain poured I stood under the canopy of the abbey and waited for it to pass….

I soon made it back to the camp, to head off to the Hooks House Farm Campsite at Robin Hood’s Bay.

With a million dollar view, we sat and looked over the coastline in the distance from the camper. As sunset fell, the rain poured and I could hear the sheep bleeting in the night during the storm.

Next morning we were unable to explore the tiny settlement, as it had been taken over by a movie set, shooting Wild child.

Legend has it that Robin Hood kept his boats here for a quick getaway. The village has a history as a smugglers haven, and many houses have ingenious hiding places for the contraband.

So we head of down the coast on a rainy morning. Via Scarborough, we don’t stop, but drive through the main street, opposite the flat open beach, - which was looking rather dirty and horrible, the main street, with its shop after shop of amusement and slot machine arcades, Sea side souveniers and the like. Looking dreary, on this drizzly day.

We soon turn inland and make our way to York for the next couple of nights.

See you then, Salut, Au demain,

Trace Rod and Scarlet.

Coastal Cliffs, Birds and Surf

2007-07-11T23:53:00.000+01:00

Moving along we took the coastal route from North Berwick, through Dunbar, Cockburnspath to St Abbs head.

Having not ventured far out of the camper this morning, the little bit of morning sun had made the camper cosy. Now stepping out to pick up a map from the unattended entry gate, the icy wind blew and any thought of a coastal cliff walk to see the nesting sea birds was now not enticing. But donning the full thermals, beanies and our jackets, we set off.

We walked half a mile to the cliff edges, where nesting gulls swooped overhead. St Abbs head is known for its sheer rocky landscape, 91 meters high from the Scottish North Sea, on the Eastern most tip of Scotland. Here 50,000+ sea birds come between May and June.

We saw mostly gulls, further on, we are sure there would have been more with the possibility of seeing the Puffins, but not for us today. We didn’t walk the full 2 hour hike, but from our short walk the views were stunning back over towards the town.

Stripped down, we were soon back in Betsy and motoring across the Scottish / English Borders, down the coast for our next stop Whitby. Lots of tiny coastal fishing villages and port towns – Bamburgh, Sea Houses, Newcastle-Upon-Tyne with the Farne Islands lieing just off the coast.

One of the liitle towns we passed through - just rounded the bend, and to our suprise this was in front of us ...

Rounding the cove late afternoon to view the long expanse of grey / brown sand of the Surf spot called - Sandsend and Caves.

Where wetsuits hung on hangers from the posts, Cars laden with boards stood guard whilsts waiting for the wind and swell to change.

The hairs on the back of Rod’s neck prickled and gills began to form, rubbing his hand-like fins together, he was keen to suit up and test the 13 degree water. - lucky we’ve got the hot water on board – so while he paddled, we cooked.

Surf Report - 2 foot slop, wet – 2 / 10

Dining by the sea side before setting of to the next night spot at the Whitby CL site, Hawthorn Farm. Next morning Scarlet found Trigger the Donkey and a mother goose with 14 goslings - Now she is a busy mother!

So till my next update,

Au Demain!

Trace Rod and Scarlet

Crossing to Scotland

2007-07-05T09:59:00.000+01:00

From Carlisle We cross The Lowlands border via Dumfries and Galloway.

Passing through the undulating hills and dales of the Southern Uplands. On the outskirts of Glasgow we see an unfamiliar sight - High Rise - Multi tower uprights, spearing up, amid the lower dwellings. Were they housing ??

We were amazed also to cross the Avon River again - better known back down at Stratford-Upon-Avon.

We opted to give Glasgow a miss this trip, We had a booking at the Edinburgh Camp Site, but with time up our sleeve – The Falkirk Wheel was our first stop.

The worlds first rotating boat wheel - we are always looking for something different to do - it was a sunny cool afternoon and so we took the 50 minute ride.

100 years ago, there was 11 locks along the Forth and Clyde Canal, running from Glasgow to Edinburgh’s Union Canal. Over time, the canals had become unused and rundown, but now as part of the Millennium initiative to encourage waterway use this boat life was constructed and now supersedes the old 11 locks.

An ingenious design, Once on board, the water is drained and locked out of the gondolas which hold the boat.

The lifts rotating arm with gondolas at both ends, turns like a windmill and lifts and lowers boats in the gondolas from either top or bottom. The boast then motor out of the gondola and on their way.

The ride was slow and peaceful, after a short distance, an hour later we were off again, but the views from 115 ft in the air were pretty good.

We arrived in the City of kilt shops later that evening, ready to explore the next day.

Edinburgh a compact fine-looking city, with Britain's finest group of Georgian Architecture.

Catching the bus into town, we walked up the hill to the Edinburgh Castle.

Overlooking the cityscape, the famous castle sits regally up on the hill.

With an Audio Guide each, we punched in numbers to hear about the castles history - the birth place of King James VI, only child of Mary Queen of Scots.

St Margaret’s chapel built in the early 12^th Century by King David I, to honour his mother.

Housing the nations crown jewels which were revealed from their secret hiding place 100 years after being covered in linen and locked inside a large wooden chest, when Scotland and England joined. Captured sailors of many nations from the 18^th & 19^th Centuries were once housed in parts of the castle.

On Friday we phoned Hospital and was given the all clear

for for Scarlets tests. But still have the tummy aches.

With a quiet morning, we soon left the camper park, stopping off to see the “New and Old “ Bridges, crossing the Firth of Forth river, from South Queensferry to North Queensferry.

Boarding the Royal Yacht Britannia, we had a pleasant afternoon touring the decks, staff quarters, Queen and Dukes Bedrooms and other royal apartments. The Dining Room, which took staff 3 hours to set the table for.

With silver that was polished everyday. The sunroom and the lounge were my favourite rooms. And the hospital stunk horribly of Anaesthetic.

With 5 levels of royal supremacy, we soon disembarked at the Ocean Terminal where Britannia is moored permanently at the bespoke terminal and shopping mall.

With Dinner at Zizzis for Gourmet Pizza, it was not long before we were on our way once again to settle for the night.

Rod thought we’d be able to wild camp next to an old castle at North Berwick, It was a bit of a way and we should have known it was gated off. So we headed to the local club campsite nearby and worked out of we arrive after their reception closing time, we can park up in the late arrivals area for nothing. We just leave in the morning before they open. Easy - in true Aussie style.

See you down the coast, Salut!

Rod Trace and Scarlet

Hadrians Wall

2007-07-05T09:41:00.000+01:00

So we didn’t get washed away, but Scarlet did wake once again with a tummy ache, this has been occurring a lot, before we had left home., whether the earlier Gastro enteritis bug, she’d had, was still causing a problem we didn’t know, but it was becoming too often. She’d swapped beds last night with Rod and I had promised to take her to the Doctors.

So the nearest hospital was at Penrith, so that was our next stop.

She left her wee sample for testing and left with a bottle for the Number 2 sample - We coaxed her to get it out that afternoon /evening rather than the next day, so armed with a bottle of fresh Orange juice, we had success not long after.

That night we camped at the local CL site, a local farm, where she had fun watching the farmers cows being milked.

Rods Statistics -

50 cows @ maximum 30 Litres / day per cow – (depends on lactation etc, milked twice per day)

But is averaging 17 litres / day /cow

I.e. 840 litres /day for 50 cows

Milk sells at shop for 55 pence / litre

Milk farmer is paid on 3 yr contract is 17 pence per litre

17 pence x 840 = 143 pounds /day.

Which doesn’t seem much for two milkings per day, - in the shed the farmer had a 9 stall milk shed, we estimated it was taking over 2 hours to finish the milking each time plus at least an hour to clean up afterwards. Not counting farm overheads and vet bills, field maintenance etc etc.

Tough game, that’s why a lot of the farms are supplementing with overnight camping sights for 5 – 10 pound per night and fresh farm produce shop as well

The scones we good!!

So after dropping in the small sample at the hospital. We stocked up on much needed supplies and were soon once again on our way up north to Scotland.

But first we made a detour – to Rod’s Rocks –as Scarlet calls them - “He Lovvves Rocks!” She says.

Stopping at the World Heritage site of Hadrian’s Wall. Spanning across Northumbria, from Browness-on-Solway (west of Carlisle) to Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, on the East Coast - 125 miles (200km’s)

Emperor Hadrian demanded that the wall be constructed in AD 120, to defend the north regions of the British territory and the Northwest limit of the Roman Empire. Troops manned the outposts called milecastles along the wall. Soon Forts were built every 5 miles. The wall was abandoned in year AD 383.

We explored the Vindolanda. A fort built in the late AD 80’s, before the wall. The Roman forts had been built of Timber and Turf and eventually were replaced by stone, part of which we can still see. 500 Soldiers lived inside the fort, and their families, traders and craftspeople lived outside its walls.

Scarlet was kept busy with an activity book as we walked around this archaeological site of more than 2000 years. Its hard to comprehend how old these ruins are, to imagine a thriving fort / township operating like our own military bases of today is unimaginable.

To think of the soldiers coming from Italy, to live here in, in the middle of nowhere, on a foreign continent , so contradictory to what they would have been accustomed to. This day we walked around, I was freezing, with all my thermals and my “nothings getting through this” jacket on, and this was SUMMER!!!! I am sure they would have been yearning for their Italian / continental weather.

Again no Internet – finding out From the Once Brewed Inn that the storm had taken out the phone system, hence the internet - a week prior, that was the end of that.

So heading off from Haltwhislte, to have a closer look at the wall. Where we stumbled on a Wild camp, right nearby at Steel Rigg.

After dinner we headed out for a quick walk, which resulted in nearly two hour round trip, after talking to a passer-by who gave directions to see Robin Hoods Sycamore Tree - Now commonly known Kevin Costner’s tree, after his scenes for the movie where shot here. We prefer Robin Hood! – and it was worth it. We came upon the Housesteads Roman Fort remains aswell.

These pics were taken on our walk, look at the daylight, These last 2 pics of us, where taken at the end, it must have been 9.30pm - amazing. - I love the sheep, with their shaggy fluffy bodies and black faces and legs!!

Isnt this the biggest cow poo

you have ever seen !!

Getting the rain out of the way once again over night, Rod headed out extra early for a cross county ride. He doesn’t take a camera so I don’t have any pics from him. He really enjoys the mountain biking, taking him off the beaten track.

It was now Wednesday and results of Scarlets tests weren’t going to be back till Friday, so keeping positive, that they would be all clear and if we had to, we’d head back down- or work something out in Scotland.

So onto Scotland we will go….

Salut!

Trace Rod and Scarlet

Beatrix Potter

2007-07-05T09:12:00.000+01:00

We leave Liverpool city behind. 2 hours we enter the Lancashire and Lakes county, to see the most stunning views. The grassed, glacial cut peaks - four reach more than 1000m, rising beside still mirror-like lakes.

Isolated farms lay scattered on the outskirts of the villages. We arrive in Windermere, busy with tourists enjoying the fine mild Sunday afternoon, after recent wet weather bringing flooding to southern regions, which we have been keeping ahead of.

Driving along the narrow thoroughfares, we pass through the small lakeside township of Ambleside. Large oak, elm and Ash spread bough-like arms in perfect form, - without the centre chopped out for power lines, like the ones often seen in Oz.

Tight snaking roads, trail the lakeside, hugging the hedged gutter to make room for approaching cars. We often hope we don’t meet someone coming or we’ll both never fit.

We finally arrive at the Outgate Fell CL camp for the night near Hawkshead, in good proximity for Beatrix Potter next day. It rained heavy most of the night, making the tufted grass wet and too soggy underfoot, we were advised to park up on high ground - and we did, no getting bogged.

Rod enjoyed a rainy morning ride once again before setting off for the day. The Beatrix Potter gallery set amongst touristy shop villages. Run by the national trust, the 17^th century dwelling was once the solicitors office of her husband William Hellis.

The original colour and ink drawings alive on the walls, to see such a sight - I couldn’t believe my eyes, I have always loved Beatrix Potter and to be right there in front of her work, I was captivated.

Do you know her stories ?. Have you read them ?, You should!

These originals used for the production of her books were hung throughout. All the favourite characters, I can remember so many. Peter Rabbit, Jemima Puddle Duck, Mrs Tiggy-Winkle, Benjamin Rabbit, Timmy Tiptoes, Ribby, Duchess, Tabitha Twitchit, Timmy Willie, Johnny Townmouse, Tom Kitten, Jeremy Fisher, Goody Tiptoes, Chippy Hackee, these are just a few, but I mustn’t forget my favourite the Tailor of Gloucester!

This most wondrous story of which reminds me of my mum, who was a great seamstress, she like the mice in the story would sew at night and finish off my unfinished garments – many of which were school projects, or produce for me the most stunning garments ready, wear the next morning. And her button holes …. But you’ll have to read the story wont you!!

Besides the drawings, original letters between herself and her publisher tell the story of her career beginnings.

Beatrix was a published author of 23 works, including 2 nursery Rhyme books – A girl who was never sent to school, unlike her brother Bertram, whom was sent to boarding school as a young lad. Her pets became her friends, who became her characters, who became her passion and her life.

Well before her time, – Animals dressed!, - I remember these stories so well, the characters were so alive on the pages on the pages. It brings me so much joy now to share them once again with Scarlet.

Beatrix was a determined conservationist and upon her death, she bequested 14 farms to the National Trust, to ensure that the area stayed as it was forever. And this is exactly as it is today.

To walk about her home at Hill Top, to stand and touch the desk of one so talented, to feel her presence and inspiration was intriguing, inspiring.

stepping stones, lead you, where Benjamin Bunny had once run - through the cottage and herb garden to the front door, we cross the threshold to enter the pages of her books. So many of the scenes lay before me, the dresser, hearth, window panes, her surroundings were her inspiration, drawn to detail.

Looking out of an upstairs window, I see the same stonewalled pathway, winding up through the field, that appears on the pages of The Tale of Tom Kitten- where in the story – They climb up the rockery.

We finished our Potter day off at the world of Beatrix Potter – where all of her characters are magically life-size –

This is defiantly one day I wont forget !!

It was late in the day, with sunset at 10.30ish we had plenty of time to drive onwards. The Gps at times sends us off the beaten track, on roads that aren’t the greatest. We found ourselves crossing the Kirkstone Pass, magnificent scenery – but a harrowing drive at times, ascending and then creeping down, we didn’t make the CL campsite, but we did find a great wild camp, beside a river. Although I did toss and turn that night, as the rain poured, I had visions of a river flood and floating away - we weren’t that close and it wouldn’t have happened, but the mind plays tricks at times. We did go to sleep that night with the sounds of the babbling river… and rain drops overhead.

Salut! Au Demain,

Rod Trace and Scarlet

Check Out Liverpool # 12

2007-06-29T11:59:00.000+01:00

Not long after we arrived at the Southport Camp site, Rod needed to change over the gas bottles, needing a bit of help, he soon knocks on the neighbouring camper’s van. We meet Les and Jill - After dinner, Rod and Les (on my bike) head out on a 21 mile bike ride, later we all sit in our camper chatting. Les in a funny bloke, hates the migrants in the UK. We may catch them up on the way back south.

Next day, we ride our bikes to Birkdale to catch the train to Liverpool Central. Now England had apparently been surged by rain and floods, all of which we have been keeping ahead of, with a few down pours at night the days have been dry.

Arriving into Liverpool’s shopping precinct, we make our way through the city streets.

Finding our way to the Cavern Quarter, where the Beatles and many other famous rockers began their careers.

We pass the Royal Liver building, caught in a downpour and wait in the foyer for it to pass, over the road the Cunard and the Port Authority Buildings, overlook the Mersey River. We take a ferry on the Mersey - The “Royal Daffodil – which Richard and Linda held their wedding reception on.

From the ferry the city scape flows past …..

Liverpool – an eclectic mix of architecture, which cant seem to decide on the style it wants to reflect, a mix a old traditonal , very modern and a lot of ugly ones in between. The city itself seems to be in a time-warp, lost somewhere back in the 60’s, wether it’s the Beatles that keep it motionless. A mass of construction works for European capital of Culture 2008, is underway although from what is taking place, there hasn’t been any forward planning for many years in achieving an overall style. It will be interesting to see what eventuates.

The Anglican Cathedral stands imposingly over the city, pity they have built the new conference centre in front of it along the waterway – just doesn’t seem to compliment each other.

We walk further on to the Albert Dock which has been revitalised, here we go to the Beatles Story Museum - really well presented, lots to read and learn about.

With dinner at the docks, we eventually arrive back at the camper after a long day in the city.

Next day we caught up with the washing, I met Linda from Scotland,

Scarlet met some kids from Barnsley, England- Adam and Isabelle, they all had fun playing together. That night, we gathered together with their parents – Sonia and Neil, shared a chat over a few drinks - Before we headed off the next day, Adam was eager to give Scarlet his address, he is hoping she’ll come to visit him.

So we are off to Beatrix Potter Land,

Maybe some internet access somewhere,

Salut!
Trace Rod and Scarlet

Friends and Chester # 11

2007-06-29T11:33:00.002+01:00

Twas round April 2006, before sunset we pulled in beside a canal –

France

– Port En Bessin, trawlers motored past out for their nights journey. Later that evening with Scarlet tucked up in her bunk, We shared a glass or two, some travel tales with Richard and Linda from

Wales

, who’d also parked up for the night.

We were not far from their neck of the woods, when I finally found the internet floating on the airwaves, so with the blog finally published - with delight we , received an email from them - Hey they read the blog, and before we new it, we were camped out front for 2 nights, sharing another bottle, with a great homemade lasagne and desserts to never leave for – Caramel Cheesecake, Lemon Tart, and Apple Tart. Chatting together till late, at their charming home at Holywell, Wales.

Overlooking the garden, adjacent cow fields, a grand view across the River Dee to the peninsula Wirral and beyond across the Mersey River to Liverpool, where the massive rectangular steeple of the largest Anglican Cathedral in the world, could be seen standing tall above the city.

The cloud banks swirled round, ever changing the view, our last night saw a spectacular lighting show.

Biding farewell till our next meeting, we set off next day to the City of Chester about 20 minutes away, right near the border in England.

Stepping backing time, round this picturesque town, first settled by the Romans in AD79, to defend fertile ground nearby the river Dee. Walking the streets surrounded by timeless timber buildings - the Chester Rows with their 2 levels of stores, the upper deck being a continuous gallery.

On from the Cathedral which is enclosed by the city walls on 2 sides, we came upon the Wrought Iron clock - 1897. from here we wandered to the ruins of an open air Roman amphitheatre built in AD100, Nearby a 900 year old church.

As we ventured out, we were stopped by a local Safari Bus Tour company who were making a film / Ad about their bus tours. They needed happy tourists to sit on their bus for the ad, so we with 4 others, happily waved and smiled for the cameras. They gave us a complimentary pass – hope they do rainchecks!.

So leaving Chester, we were on our way to Southport for a camp sites, on the outskirts of Liverpool.

See you in Beatle country.

Salut!

Trace Rod and Scarlet

2007-06-29T11:24:00.000+01:00

After Greenwood Park, we stop about 20 minutes drive away at Llanberis, Scarlet feeds the swans, and I find a Hotspot, in the most unlikely place. So while I madly load up the blog, check up on my dose of BB!!, answer the biz emails - no time for dinner - we have internet!!!!!!!!!!!!.

So a couple of hours later, all finished, we find that a nearby coach car park will be ok for a wild camp - our first one, the only problem is, the hotspot signal is only active on one minuet spot, which doesn’t happen to be where we want to park up but is the local hangout for the local louts, who seemed harmless, they were more interested in casting out as much litter as they could from their takeaway dinners and driving in and out to show off their cars. Unbeknown to them, the world was free and open to them, in that tiny patch of opportunity, where they tossed their litter.

Moving up the road to the next waters edge car park hoping to catch more signal but no luck. We were lucky enough to catch the sunset, as the rays fell upon the mountain side, a barren slate crust, stunning colour magenta glowed across the rock and over a tiny isolated village across the lake.

We settled into the coach car park, having blogged all I could.

On our way we crossed over the Snowdonia mountain, the slate mine was incredible ...

Next Day we headed up the coast passed Bangor to LLanudno, now this town was a surprise, the “Nice” (France) of Wales. A seaside town, with a long stretch of Victorian and Georgian 2 storey, colourful guesthouses all beckoning the traveller. Brighton-like, the pier seaward for over 700 meters, embellished with carnival rides and amusements.

I took Scarlet to the Alice and Wonderland Centre, a delightfully antiqued attraction, as we listened to excerpts of the story we drifted from room to room, following the adventures of Alice. It is said that Lewis Carroll read to a young friend Alice Liddell’s, his tales of the White Rabbit, here in Llanudno.

That afternoon we head to Hollywell.

Till then,

Salut,

Trace Rod and Scarlet

Off to see Harlech Castle # 9

2007-06-29T11:07:00.000+01:00

We soon head north, through the Snowdonia National Park making our way along the coast to Harlech.

Here this small town is dominated by Harlech Castle, a medieval fortress built by Edward I, between 1283 – 1289. Sitting on the edge of a rock face, the sea once lapped the base, but now has receded at least 2 kilometres. The Inner walls now decaying, a grassy carpet now covers the inner court, protected by the outer slate walls, we were able to walk amongst the battlements

In the heart of Snowdonia, on the shores of Tremadog Bay, a cove of the greater Cardigan Bay, lay Portmeirion, an out of the ordinary, Italianate themed village, built by Welsh Architect, Sir Clough Williams-Ellis 1883 - 1978, who fulfilling a childhood dream, created his fantasy village, on his private peninsula, with about 50 varied colourful buildings, Where you can stay either in the private cottages or at the Hotel - 396 Pounds – Bed and Breakfast. Portmeirion began in 1926 the village completed in 1976.

The village has been the location for many films and television series including the 60’s British show The Prisoner - Any one heard of It ??.

After paying my 6.50p to enter – Rod and scarlet staying at the camper painting and snoozing, - I was soon disgruntled, as I came across numerous stores vendoring nothing special that could be picked up in any mall, Portmerion porcelain, plus 4 ice cream kiosks, good if you’re a chain ice-cream licker, just finish one, ready to swallow another.

The impression I had, was one being that of a cheap replica of the Barcelona Guell Park by Antonio Gaudi - 1852 – 1926. It just so happened, was it a coincident – that Portmeirion began the year that the great Gaudi passed away. It simply was not comparable, and my stay was swift.

We arrived at Caernarfon, we soon locate a CL site and then head back into town for the Indian restaurant we spied on a rural road out of town. With the words of “OH NO not another castle”, by Scarlet we opt out of the huge Caernarfon Castle built by Edward I, making her very happy. Next day was a Scarlet day and we were headed for the GreenWood Forest Park.

After the previous night’s excellent Curry meal, we were up not to early and into the fun park. 4000sq ft of covered play areas plus loads of open space activities to explore. Mazes, Jungle boats to paddles, treetop climbers, bouncy pillow, and a super long slide. The most intriguing was a Eco friendly Green Dragon roller coaster – a non powered rollercoaster, where the weight of 20 riders, helped accelerate the coaster downhill round the rails.

It took Scarlet and I an hour to build this Den in the forest, Ro couldnt believe the went kept on it for so long, we started with nothing, the end result wasnt too bad.

Till next time,

Salut!
Trace Rod and Scarlet

We arrive in Wales # 8

2007-06-29T10:48:00.001+01:00

After a much needed sleep in – the rain making it too cosy to get up, we eventually get moving and leave

England

, making our way across into Mid / Northern Wales.

We drive via Welshpool, across into the southern foot of the Snowdonia National Park, Mt Snowdon is the highest Welsh / English mountain at 1085m. Bordered by deep glacial cut valleys, dotted by shaggy knotted sheep who’s “pony-tail” like tails, go flip-flop as the scanter hither tither.

The sheer barren slate mountain tops of Snowdonia, A walker’s, climbers natural paradise. Coming here to escape the crowds, and for wide sandy beaches, that are popular in the summer, where “static’s” – permanent mobile homes are camouflaged on the coastline.

The most noticeable difference is the housing in Wales as soon as you cross the English borders. Slate in abundance, Everything is built from it. The mossy green shades to grey lends itself to the houses, commercial buildings, fences, you name it, its made of slate!.

We stop for provisions in the town of Machynlleth – Filled with slate houses and half-timbered Georgian’s, it was in this town that Owain Glyndwr, held the last parliament in 1404. Now with a Hippy Feel and alternative Stores.

This central clock tower in the middle of the street was erected in 1874 by the Marquess of Londonderry to mark the coming of age of his son Lord Castlereagh.

As you can see the town is fighting to save the tower, which has prompted me to write to the town’s mayor - after all our city Gosford doesn’t even have a town hall and Australia is renowned for it’s “pull it down and renovate”, Australia is lucky to have anything older than 50years.

Not far, we come to Corris, for the King Arthur’s Labyrinth at Corris, an underground river boat journey. With 11 other passengers, we step upon the narrow wooden craft, in the chilled air of the cavern, we glide off through the lantern lit cave. Disembarking we tread the damp, mossy, darkened tunnels, stopping at intervals to hear the pre-recorded legends of King Arthur of dragons, giants, treachery and floods. We all unaware of the hailing downpour outside.

We pull in for the night at Dolgellau, surrounded by the Snowdonia ranges, we make our way through a maze of narrow streets, past dwellings made of the steely grey stone. We stop at a damp field, campsite beside the ruins of Cymer Abbey, a once isolated abbey, founded in 1198 by the order of Cistercians, who sort out remote locations, now surrounded by Statics, which takes from the once isolated seclusion.

Waking early Rod puts foot to peddle, Open meadows, miles wides, the narrow way, rising 460+metres, crossing the Cadair Idris ranges, through gates and over styals. silent deserted, across dampened fields. Mother’s and their lambs roving, trot ahead as Rod cycles through. The grey clouds emptied heavily over him, happily he pulls his jacket’s rain hood under the helmet and peddles on, crossing the ridge for a fair distance to be amazed by the views out towards Barmouth Bay, where the river meets the ocean. Before a downhill, fleeting look at Arthog village, with empty pockets he forgoes the 60p, at the toll bridge. Arriving back home to the camper 2 hours, and 24 hilly miles later, injury free!

We pull up our pitch, fill with water, walk to the abbey, the sun filtering past water-laden clouds.

Rod and Scarlet play hide-n-seek round the tall silent walls, which hold secrets of long ago, the grass carpeted rooms lay uninhabited except for the 8 legged tenants that hide within. I blow on 3 long legs hanging, secluded, they quickly pull up out of sight, not so uninhabited now ….

Till Next time .....

Salut!

Trace Rod and Scarlet

Added a few more photos in

2007-06-18T08:27:00.000+01:00

Hi Look through to see the Blenheim Palace and a BIG LITTLE horse with Scarlet,

Bye for now
Trace

Finally have some Internet access

2007-06-17T19:20:00.000+01:00

We have been in the camper in the UK since the 3rd June, the internet access hasnt been to often - either hotspots or T-Mobile hotspots so I havent been able to upload my blog, so if you are interested to see what we are up to, please scroll down to the Entry #1, and work your way back up to this entry...

See you on the next posting - we are now in North Wales.

Au Revoir

Trace Rod and Scarlet

Ironbridge - Entry #7

2007-06-17T19:02:00.000+01:00

Driving to the North –East of Birmingham through Worcestershire. Leaving the Cotswalds for the region of Industry and red brick.

We stop overnight at the CL site – Rosemary Cottage at Trimpley in Shropshire, parked over looking the northern City lights flickering on the horizon. A rainy night – all night.

The rain still about, we head for Ironbridge. Which is one of the most important centres of the Industrial revolution. In 1709 Abraham Darby developed the use of the much cheaper coke, rather than charcoal to smelt into iron ore.

In 1779, the worlds first iron bridge was erected to span the river Severn. A toll house stood to one side. Which charged for each crossing –

Table of Tolls	S. d.
For Every Coach, Landau, Hearse, chaise, Chair, carriages drawn by 6 Horses, Mares, Geldings or Mules -	2. 0
Ditto by Four Ditto	1. 6
Ditto by Two Ditto	1. 0
Ditto by One Ditto	0. 6
For every Horse Mule, Ass, pair of Oxen Drawing or harnessed to draw any wagon, cart, or such like , for each horse &	0. 3
For Unladen or not drawing – horse, mule, Ass	0. 1 ½
For horse, mule, or ass carrying double	0. 2
For an Ox cow, or neat cattle	0. 1
For a calf, pig, sheep, or lamb	0. 01 ½
For every horse, mule, ass, or carriage going on the roads and not over the bridge, half the said tolls.
For every foot passenger going over the bridge	0. 0 ½
NB – This bridge being the private property, every Officer or Soldier whether on duty or not, is liable to pay toll for passing over as well as any luggage wagon, Mail-coach or the Royal Family.

In this small town there were 10 museums, we opted for none – but we did visit the Victorian town – Blists Hill.

A large open-air replica town - a bit overrun by school excursions, but still fun to wander. At the Bank, scarlet changed her 2 pounds to old day – Pennies and shillings so that she could spend throughout the town.

She was offered a job at the printers, including a room and food, but didn’t take it up. The stern School Ma’m, explained how the class was run. We visited the farriers, the foundry, the dressmaker, butchers, chemist, grocer and candlemaker to name a few. A fun way to pass a drizzly afternoon.

That night we made our way across Shropshire to Shrewsbury where we camped at a grassy campsite, where sheep wandered about the camper.

A damp, muddy campsite, where Rod slipped in the mud, ripping his calf muscle (again) whilst putting the garbage out.

Till next time – See you in Wales….

Salut!

a demain,

Trace Rod and Scarlet

Stratford-Upon-Avon entry #6

2007-06-17T18:25:00.000+01:00

Via the A4 we head through Worcestershire to Warwickshire for Stratford-Upon-Avon. Through the Cotswalds where stone cottages dominate the region.

The Cotswolds - Are a range of limestone hills running north-East from Bath for about 80Kms. With thin soils, they are good for sheep gazing and the land is littered with the fluffy creatures. The wealth created from the medivial wool trade allowed for flourishing towns to be built, using the stone from the hills.

These blonde stone cottages are extremely picturesque and would so far be my favourite area. Creeping ivy spreads across the stonework to frame the tiny windows and doors. Electric lanterns hang alongside flowering baskets.

In the heart of the Midlands, we come to Stratford-Upon-Avon. A Stunning Tudor Market town, with half-timbered buildings – robust, rustic bulky beam, Even after more than 500 years the beams of some remain unblemished.

The River Avon flows into the town’s boat filled canal alongside the Bancroft gardens. Buzzing with fervour for all things Shakespeare.

Our afternoon was spent soaking up some of the famous Shapkespearean sights.

Nearby at Shottery, at Anne Hathaway’s Cottage, where she lived before Marrying age 26 – Pregnant, William Shakespeare, Age 18. Set amidst a blossoming overflowing garden, this romantic thatched roof, timber cottage, preserved emaculately. Unfortunatly no photos allowed. The Interiors preserved with some original 16^th Century furniture.

Dark heavy timber furnishings, Panelling to the dado rail, small pieced patterned glazing spaced by lead. Open fire, cooking area, with a rotisrie for sqewered fowl, pheasant or other meat. And a small wood fire oven for baking bread. Stone Floor. The bedrooms upstairs, the floor running at odd angles, the rafters sectioning the room.

In the kitchen, A most uncomfortable timber seat, about 20cms wide., with a tall straight back, pew-like known as the courting chair, where most likely William Shakespeare would have wooed his future wife, under the watchful eye of her father. Her mother died when she was 11 and so she would have been the mother figure to her other 7 siblings. Most likely unable to read or write, she would have been a skilful homemaker for her writer husband.

Not far at Wilmcote, we drive to Palmers Farm, The Childhood home of Shakespear’s mother Mary Arden. And where William and Anne lived after they were married until they moved to Nashes House /New Place.

Stepping back into the 1570’s, and Tudor life on this working farm. The highlight of the visit, was the animals. Scarlet stopped to feed the lambs, but the mother sheep, bleeted them out to the yard quick smart, She was then greeted by a very friendly donkey from the stable, who enjoyed muching on the leaves from an overhanging tree, (ust out of the donkeys reach) we were pulling off. Out come another donkey, who also wanted the leaves. Scarlet thought it was Grand!!, Next minute another donkey, and soon another donkey. Who were all eager to munch these leaves we were stripping off this huge tree, they couldn’t get enough of them. We only hope they didn’t suffer from belly aches later that night.

We camped overnight at the local campground – 20lbs, full of statics, it was a rip off to stay, no value for money, compared to the 5lbs CL sites we have been using. But it was close to a great restaurant the Thai Boathouse.

Next day, we parked in town and biked our way to more Shakespeare sights.

Shakespeares birthplace, a modest home, Painted linen fabrics applied as wall hangings in bright geometric patterns - highly expensive –so these would be taken if moved house. The main bed was located in the main receiving room, as all the family’s best items would be displayed on it, such as blankets or ornate decorative linen - a status or wealth display. - Imagine having your bed in your lounge room today!!.

Halls Croft – the home of Shakespeares eldest daughter Susanna and her physician husband John Hall - where early medical artefacts were on display with lots of old interesting remedies.

And Nash’s House / New place - The Shakespeare family moved to New place. This is also where Shakespeare dies in 1616. His Grave being in the Holy Trinity Church.

The rain chassed us back to the camper where we began to make our way northwards through Worcestershire.

Till Next time,

Au Revior,

Trace Rod and Scarlet

Blenheim Palace entry #5

2007-06-17T18:22:00.000+01:00

Camping at the Bladon Chains camp site for 2 nights, which adjoins the palace grounds.

Biking to Blenheim Palace, an extensive Baroque home, originally given to John Churchill, 1^st Duke of Marlborough, after he defeated the French at the battle of Blenheim n 1704, By Queen Anne, who gave him the manor of Woodstock and built this palatial house in gratitude. This was also the birth place of Winston Churchill in 1874.

Amoung the Great hall, state rooms, saloons and chapel. We viewed the birth room of Sir Winston Churchill. A newly installed attraction - an interactive computerised show and tell - revealed the untold story from the maids point of view – returning as a ghost in 2006.

The Palace surrounded by elaborately planned Gardens - water, terrace, Italian. It was disappointing that we weren’t allowed to bike the walkways, that were definalty big enough too, as the various walks were up to 2 hours long. We did take the narrow gauge railway to the adventure park, mini golf butterfly house and the maze.

Although the British will report that Blenheim Palace is a masterpiece, compared to others we have seen on the continent, it lacks any atmosphere and is rather bland. It remains still today as a family home to the Marlborough Family.

Salut!

a tout a l heure

Trace Rod and Scarlet

Locks at Kiddlington entry #4

2007-06-17T18:10:00.000+01:00

We Arrive near to Oxford, at Kiddlington, Oxfordshire. Late afternoon we stop at the Wise Alderman Inn, A CL Stop, beside the Grand Union Canal which runs between London and Birmingham.

As it was nearing dinner time, Scarlet and I decided to check out the Inn’s menu, whilst Rod went for a run. The Inn opened at 6.00pm, so it was still empty, we opened the door and walked into the pungent stench of stale cigarette smoke. The barmaid, greeted us with a cheery hallow. As I choke and splutter out a g’day and look at the menu – with a quick glance we manage to escape without returning.

At this quiet spot beside the pub, we met Sue and Roy, fellow caravaners, we shared a bottle and a chat. Hope to catch them up on the East before we head home.

Next morning we walked along the canal to the lock. Passing moored cabin cruisers / barges. Some a labour of love, with pots of herbs growing on the roof, shiny brass port holes and homely interiors, others overgrown with cobwebs and weeds.

The canal, once the main route before the railways, frequented now by leisure travellers. Cruising along the canals, relaxing and blissful as it looks, is actually hard work – well for the ladies that is !!, cause every time your boat approaches the Lock, it has to be opened to allow the passage up or down the canal. So while the man steers in and waits, the ladies have to wind the gate lock and close or open the lock gate by pushing the heavy beam into place. Once the boat is in the lock - letting out the water allows the boat to descend to the lower canal level. Or float up to the higher level by letting the water flow in. Very simple method that has been working for 100s of years.

We have enjoyed the English Summer, with overcast skies but warm days. With the sun beginning to dawn at 4.00am and night at 10.00pm, the days are long. When the sun does break through the clouds at about 1.00pm – not for long though it is rather hot but doesn’t last for long.

We head up through Oxfordshire, stopping at Woodstock for the next 2 nights. We plan to visit Blenheim Palace on Monday.

Au Revior

Rod Trace and Scarlet

Legally Travelling North Entry #3

2007-06-17T18:00:00.000+01:00

The trip back to Portsmouth, taking us through narrow winding roads through forests and villages of Brown brick, pitched roof cottages, with lichen covered clay tiles. Rambling climbing roses blooming in vibrant pinks and reds amongst geraniums and bright green new season foliage.

Across the open plateaus, spliced by roadways where wild ponies and Spindly legged foals feed on the verge.

With Luck on our side, the papers were ready and we were on our way once again, Legally.

Heading up throught he North Downs, we arrive Winchester, Hampshire County.- Once the capital of England - The kingdom of Wessex - Home of William the conqueror, where he built one of his first castles. Only the Great Hall remains. It is here that we were able to see the famous 13^th Century Round Table. The top which now hangs high on the wall of the great hall.

Winchester has a really nice feel about it, a pretty town, built around its imposing cathedral, entrusted with Jane Austen’s grave.

Scarlet had fun at the gatehouse “Westgate”, Once a prison, now a free entry museum, where she went scouting round to locate all the curios on the Westgate – Gate-Keeper Quiz. And Here’s Rod ….

On ward bound, Many manor houses have been built between London and the Chanel Coast. Villages hidden by thickets of trees – Great oaks, abundant with foliage, undergrowths, of stinging nettles and wild flowers, quick squirrels scatter up boughs as we pass.

We leave the Downs for Newbury, Berkshire. The countryside of the Chiltern Hills and Thames Valley, dotted with sheep.Stately homes and half-timbered buildings as we travel towards the Cotswalds.

We arrive at Newbury Farm Camp (CL), for overnight, where we met a lady camping with her 4 dogs, ready for the Dog Agility Show next day.

Sounding like fun and different, next morning we head to the local showground to watch the dog show.

Border collies, poodles, kelpies, silkies, Dalmatians and miniatures of all sorts, - poised at the starting line, under strict instructions to stay!!!, jittering with eagerness, sprinting off, with owners calling , Left. Right, pointing the way to the next numbered jump, hurdle, tunnel, seesaw, and Zigzag runs.

Some dogs were so quick and agile, others dawdled along as their owners coaxed, called and directed. One little scruffy, zoomed along, nearly finishing the course, then hilarious as he became distracted, off he went on a scent, through the crowd much to his owners exasperation.

For 1000’s of years these regions have been inhabited, via the B4994, we head to Uffington, to view the Vale of the White Horse. Now this to me is probably best viewed from the travel book or overhead in a helicopter. But the view from the hillside is stunning, a patchwork of fields 360°, so it was worth the walk to the top of the plateau.

The vale of the white horse a huge 100m chalk horse carving on the hillside. believed to be Britains oldest, dating round 1000BC. This unusual carving is not just a mere scrapping or cutting back of the surrounding grass, but of deep trenches that have been dug then backfilled with chalk. – Sorry No Pic, as we weren’t at 300 feet.

Till the next stop,

a demain,
Salut!

Trace Rod and Scarlet

New Forest - Entry #2

2007-06-17T17:58:00.001+01:00

New Forest -

There is nothing new about this spectacular woodland -375 sq Kms. Once William the Conqueror’s “New Forest”,- it was the hunting ground of Norman Kings. In 1100 William II was fatally wounded here in a hunting accident. Today visitors share the forest with wild ponies that roam free along with fallow deer.

The woodland barely changed after 900 or more years, much remains inhabited, known as “The Common” a law in place and still heeded, whereby the commoners could freely graze their horses or livestock.

Rod was kept busy fitting the new Solar Panel to the roof, whilst Scarlet played with Sylvie and Roy. That afternoon, Sylvie and I walked while scarlet cycled, through the forest, with ponies and foals grazing nearby.

Enjoying diner with Sylvie and Roy once again, Rod beaten once again in cards. Roy is just too good.

Looking on - like a comedy show – fellow Pommie campers - uniformed in elastic wasted shorts, lily white legs adorned with Velcro sandals makes the breed easily identifiable. Their small heat bead bbq’s - choking up enough smoke to cause an evacuation.

Sticklers for the rules the military precision camp sites lacking any type of atmosphere where rows of neatly parked caravans and motor homes are lined up like a sales yard. Tripping over the mop and bucket as you enter one of the ensuite cubicles, ensures that One gets the message!.

A stark Contrast to those parks on the continent - would keep the Pommie camped in their own front yard.

Leaving Black Knoll in the New Forest Thursday, with Roy and Sylvie - Acker Pepper and Cucumber who have been married 50 Years - A lovely couple who came to visit us at home in February 07.

We stopped to browse the village town of Lyndhurst, where the High street, lined with fairy tale like store fronts with picture book windows. Expect to see the Gentry, common folk, red coats and sulkies at any moment. We stop together for a Cornish Pastry.

We arrived at our next stop at Caravan Club Certified Location (CL) - A farm stay at – Hawkhill Mill Farm -within the New Forest. A simple field lot, sloped ground, making for a bit of a downhill sleep, the WC and shower, isolated like an aussies outhouse – lucky we shower on board, I say!!!.

You never know who you are going to meet or what you are going to see. Dogs, cats and even parrots. But here at Mill Farm a skinny, scruffy- haven’t brushed my hair for 6 days, blonde and her large rotund husband in their not so large camper - with their 100 year old North African Tortise, not one but two, the other a 6 year old. Who when they weren’t strolling around, each had their own play / run. Opening her camper door, the lady told us to stand back, Was it a jumpy springy dog, as I expected - No a giant black St Bernard – Benson - couldn’t believe it. We’ve seen it all now!, Maybe…….

SL and Benson

After an afternoon of soup making – Vegie not Turtle, We waved goodbye to the Turtle family and we all set out through the Forest, out into the open meadows, bordered by centuries old Oaks, sheltering the setts of badgers, and burrows of rabbits and hedgehogs. As we crossed each meadow, we clambered over the styal’s, purposefully placed to make way for the centuries old law of common rite of passage.

With just under 2 hours of walking, we made it back to our camper for soup and cards. With sunset falling around 9.30pm, the days are long with sun up around 5.00am, we are all feeling a little weary, the jet lag taking a little longer to recover from.

Isn't this the oddest horse you have ever seen, done know if it is a special breed or an an experiment. Sad little thing, he was friendly and gentle though

Next Day on Friday we were planned to leave cucumber and Pepper and head back to Portsmouth for the DVLA.

Salut!

a demain,

Trace Rod & Scarlet

London Calling - #1 Entry

2007-06-17T17:52:00.000+01:00

The beckoning call of travel, like natures’ desire to migrate, we have answered the call once again and set off on another adventure.

Our hastened activity, preceding the days of flight -the packing second nature nowadays that the nest was amply ready to be vacated, with hours to spare.

On Sunday June 3^rd, 6.45pm, Our emirates flight- Sydney – Bangkok – Dubai – Gatwick London. Went without a hitch. Although the food quality from Sydney and Bangkok, was well below my expectations, since I had been assured by some of the A1 quality, whom I can now only assume, have culinary skills which lack any credibility.

Arriving at Gatwick Airport 12.30pm Monday 4^th June, Along with our 3 hand luggage, we were loaded up with 2 suitcases and a solar panel the size of a small surfboard.

In the confusion, of verifying the destination of a wrongly marked train, we jumped aboard, It wasn’t until after the train to Chichester’s’ doors had closed, that I muttered the Words “ Where’s the Silver suitcase”, to Rods panic stricken horror, as the train began to glide silently from the platform, our pleas of stop via the emergency stop button intercom, ignored by the driver.

With a tearful Scarlet her concerns over the left bag being gone forever, whilst Rod and I silently thought of the unattended bag left on the Gatwick Airport Station, and the security issues it was going to raise.

Setting down at Three Bridges station, we pile out, whilst the puzzled passengers look on. Our plight drew no concern, the smugness of the driver was nearly wiped off his brow, as he smirked at our story. While we hopped on the next train back to Gatwick, the last laugh was on the driver, We, leaving his train stranded after a malfunction with the emergency buttons couldn’t be reset.

Lucky for us, the guard back at Gatwick had watched our dilemma, having made no attempt to stop the train – which would have saved the stranded train. We retrieved the bag and we were soon on our way again. - Lesson learned – Disregard the electronic messaging on the trains, and the emergency STOP button, doesn’t mean stop!!!!

Stepping back into Betsy the camper was like arriving home. Busily unpacking both our suitcases and the new seat cushions and curtains that had been waiting our arrival. It wasn’t long before we were heading off to the local campsite at Chichester for our first night.

Next morning our first stop was the local DVLA, to finalise the vehicle license Tax Disc. Over the past few months, arranging the MOT (like a pink slip in Oz ) and the Vehicle licence Tax Disc. Has taken some organising and Trace has had many a late night phone call to the licensing offices of Northern Ireland and England. With all our papers in order, all that was required was Rod to front up, pay the 180 pounds and presto, Done!!. Well there’s no presto in England - Unlike Oz, these papers take up to 10 days.

All paid up, without the Tax Disc and papers – we had the receipt, so we stuck it with the old tax disc and covered up the Feb mark – we’ll just act like dum tourists if need be –Works every time!.

First stop the Supermarket to fill up the fridge and head across, the western area of southeast England to New Forest in the County of Hampshire, to meet up with friends Roy and Sylvie – “Pepper and Cucumber” - At the Black Knowl Camp Ground.

whom we met in Menton, France – Near Monte Carlo last year.

They greeted us at Reception, it was great to see them once again and so we spent a lovely afternoon and evening together.

Till then,

Salut!

a demain

Trace Rod and Scarlet

We Are off Again.....

2007-06-13T18:34:00.000+01:00

Get ready to Explore......

Trace Rod and Scarlet

Arriving back to Australia

2006-11-24T12:33:00.000Z

With a lump in my stomach, and disappointment in my heart, I was heading back to Australia. I didn’t feel I was going home, as many of the places we had been to, we loved so fondly like a soul mate, especially Copenhagen and France where I could stay forever.

It wasn’t just the “holiday”, we truly love Europe and cannot wait to return.

So pulling up in front of home, days later, was surreal, like stopping at another Hotel room for the night.

Scarlet bursting in the front door, searching, racing to find Lucy the tabby cat, asleep on Scarlets bed, holding her in a bear hug with tears, so glad to be reunited with her sister - she calls her.

With enough space to fit, 10 campers or more in the house, we sat and contemplated being home. A sparkling blue day, the ocean glistened as it stretched out in front of us to the horizon – with no steeples, no 17^th Century architecture, no European feel.

So with a day of unpacking, unwinding and reorganising we hibernated.

Rod was back to the factory next day, as hard as it was, but with no choice the staff want holidays.

It wasn’t long till we were back into the mainstream of everyday life, the following week, restarting preschool, dancing, gym, swimming and business appointments – it was lucky though to have so much to do so soon, keeps the yearning away…..

So now we are watching our holiday videos, sorting photos and reliving moments. Lucky after much searching, I found French wine at a local store, phew I was having cravings!!! Just have to find those French Sardines!!!!.

A few days later, Scarlet’s princess bag and jogger stroller both made it home, all in tact with the liquid present still inside. Much to her and my relief.

So as I close off the blog travel diary I leave you with these last quotes

“ I can see now that my travels as much as the act of writing were ways of escape.” – Graham Greene

“ Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” – Mark Twain

“When a traveller returneth home, let him not leave the countries where he hath travelled altogether behind him.” – Francis Bacon

Au Revior

Trace Rod and Scarlet

Last day, last hours....

2006-11-24T12:28:00.000Z

Rod set off early for Portsmouth, while Scarlet and I enjoyed a sleep in and a buffet breakfast.

I had been concerned with the new security checks and allowances for the trip. With only 1 hand luggage per person allowed, I didn’t want to chance having to repack a bag at the airport.

With the laptop stashed in Rod’s backpack, the laptop bags and handbags needed to be squashed into the suitcase. After much reorganising and adding more layers to the “wearing on the plane” pile, I finally am able to zip up, and leave the nearly empty toiletries for house keeping.

The day went quickly, Scarlet swimming in the hotel pool whilst I finished off the scrap book #4. Rod arrived back in time, and we were soon being picked up for the ride to terminal four - too many bags to lug by bus.

Arriving at terminal 4, I had been meticulous in not having any liquids of any sort in our carry on luggage. Scarlet had all the breakables in her bag for Vat refunds, and I all the other delicates.

Lucky we arrived at the Airport at about 5.30pm, for our 10.15pm departure, thinking we might be hanging around waiting – wrong, by the time we lined up to check in, passed security, we had about 40 minutes to boarding.

Now everything went smoothly, even the kindly check-in lady, halved our over limit fee to 250 pounds - I did say halved !

We mazed through the corrals, herded in, past all those with liquids who were either ditching them before entering, or repackaging to send through checked in baggage.

Without a worry we all head through the security screening, without a beep, I notice Scarlets pink princess bag has not passed and as soon as the customs agent opened it, with a few other things, I realise I have my friend Joanne’s present in the bag, OH NO! - its liquids !!!, with it all specially wrapped from Harrods, I wasn’t ditching it and so with the help of the friendly customs man, he helped me protect the bag with newspaper packaging and checked the unlocked bag in.

Much to Scarlets dismay off went her princess bag, which I was doubtful would turn up, or at least the 60 pound gift inside wouldn’t.

With a trip to the pharmacy to buy those much needed refreshing sprays and lotions for the trip, - which was overflowing with people.

After a quick cuppa, last minute shopping, it wasn’t long till we took our seats.

See you In Sydney…..

Au Revior

Trace Rod and Scarlet

The final Curtain ....

2006-10-21T00:58:00.000+01:00

In Less than 24 hours we will carry our memory filled bags,

take our seats and await the final curtain.

Home, Friends, Family, Molly, Lucy and Cocko are all awaiting.

But we cant all help wishing the end not to be now,

especially me, as I simply cant deny that I am not ready to return.

Even Scarlet and Rod have felt the pangs

of missing the camper and wishing the holiday not to end.

So seven months together in the camper, it hasn’t all be rosy,

But that’s life and would we do it all again,

Yes!, in a flash.

For all the people we have met,

Thankyou!

For making our nights memorable,

For lending a hand,

For sharing a story,

For the chats, the advice and the friendship

We will see you all again,

And probably Park-Up in your yard sometime,

to crack open another French Vino.

And await your knock at our door in Oz.

And for all of you across the globe

Who I have entertained or otherwise

with my travel diary,

thanks for reading and for the emails

its made home feel not so far away.

As we look forward to seeing everyone again,

to share our stories,

to cuddle the cats and lay in our own beds,

to hug everyone we know

and be glad that we arrived home safely

We’re smoothing out the creases of the map,

planning the route for the next much shorter adventure,

with only 185 more sleeps to go, 175, 165, 155 …….

But who’s counting…..

“He who returns from a journey is not the same as he who left”

- Chinese Proverb

Our last week in London

2006-10-20T23:45:00.000+01:00

One doesn’t discover new lands

without consenting

to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.”

– Andre Gide.

The last week, a busy mix of packing up and enjoying our last days in London. With so many things, the bags are bulging, the over limit fee will still be cheaper than sending freight direct. Leaving a lot of things in the camper for next years trip.

Arriving in Portsmouth on Thursday, after a quiet days sailing, Scarlet had the whole playroom to herself, quite the opposite for the journey over.

Stopping off at Church Farm, Bosham, this is the storage venue where Betsy-Dinah-Stylar will be parked for the winter.

Re-changing the headlights over from European to Uki, arranging the paperwork, then back on the road towards Bristol for tomorrows visit to the upholsterer.

On Friday, after3 hours, New Upholstery and Curtain fabric choices we made, measurements taken for the new seat cushions to be made – Collect next year.

With London in our sights, the Friday afternoon traffic building, we were soon passing through suburbs, mingling with the famous red double-deckers, cabs, lorries, people and endless traffic lights.

We arrive at Crystal Palace camping ground – Saturday’s game is looking good – Arsenal Vs Watford at the new Emirates Stadium.

We’ve been keeping in contact with our friends Phil, Leesa and Isaac, whom we met in Copenhagen, they now staying near Bath. With so much to do this last week, time didn’t allow us a visit, but Phil and Isaac, made the 4 hour drive up to London, to make the game with Rod and Scarlet.

With the game sold out, and no luck in finding 4 tickets off the touts, Phil and Isaac came up lucky – buying 2 tickets off a couple who were not allowed to enter, unless they bought a ticket for their baby. So they jumped at the chance to sell their unusable tickets for a small profit.

Rod disappointed but happy that after coming such a long way for the game, that Phil and Isaac managed to get into see their first UK match with Arsenal winning at 3 – 0.

Rod and Scarlet waited the game out, outside and they all arrived home early evening, Scarlet happy - Our first sleep over in the camper!!.

So with the boys off at the game – I headed out too, catching the #3 bus Crystal Palace to Piccadilly Circus, about an hours trip, with the traffic. Saturday afternoon, the streets bustling with people everywhere. My main agenda - To buy tickets for the Mary Poppins Musical for Scarlet and I.

At the Prince Edward Theatre.

So it was off to Leicester Square, later with tickets in hand, - Sounds like I’m playing Monopoly and Mum’s scored 1 – 0.

I walk to Tottenham Court Tube station, to catch the Main line to Notting hill Gate, a stroll round the Portobello Markets was appealing , but my plans were soon changed, with line repairs blocking the way, it was going to be a round the world trip, to go 2 stations. Contemplating my route on the tube guide, my mind was made up quickly – The train approached with carriages already at bursting point, and more passengers pushed on.

I had this feeling of dread and couldn’t face getting on - the first time in all the trip I had felt any uneasiness in regard to safety and the “B” word. - I turned round and made with haste to get out of there, taking the escalators back up the steep incline and with relief I exited not quick enough out onto Oxford Street. Opting to walk the streets instead. So I didn’t make it to the Markets this year.

So with a little shopping, dinner at Piccadilly circus, I caught the evening bus #3, back past all the famous sights – Big Ben, Parliament, Trafalgar Square, National Gallery and London eye. I was then turfed out with all the other passengers half way home, - end of the drivers shift - To put it like the Londoner I overheard say – “Stupid Git, should’ve told us when we got on!” after a short wait, another Bus #3, came along and through the glittering street lights, I watched the busy sidewalks filed with a Multi-cultural smorgasbord, of cafes- pronounced caff, Laundromats, and mixed businesses.

With the help of a friendly lady, whom I was chatting with, I found my stop and arrived home to find the boys playing UNO with Scarlet.

With Phil and Isaac on their way, Sunday was our “Big Pack Day”

Now with Five nights left in the camper - our days spent, packing, sorting, packing, scrubbing, polishing, washing, drying and still packing. Not a lot of sightseeing was on the cards.

But the nights were a different story – whilst I caught up on the travel diary and sipped my last bottles of French Vino, Rod was in Heaven

Monday night - it was off to Fulham Vs Charlton at Fulham, with a win to Fulham 2 – 0.

Tuesday Night - Rode his bike to Selhurst Park for Crystal Palace Vs West Bromwich Albion, a win of 1 - 2 to WBA

Wednesday Night – Off to one of the biggest games of the season - Champions League Third round Chelsea Vs Barcelona 1 – 0. Seated in the Barca Stand, row 7 from the front, he was on cloud nine, except for the score, 1 – 0 to Chelsea with a crackerjack goal by Ivory coast international Didier Drogba – as quoted by Rod!

Will the chores almost done, Thursday was our only day out, Rod off to the National Gallery to get another dose of Dutch Masters Paintings, while Scarlet and I went to the Matinee Session of Mary Poppins.

To our delight the show was magical, she sang to all the songs and we both enjoyed ourselves immensely and it was a great way to end the holiday. Last year it was Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and for next year she already booked me up for the Sound of Music which starts next month. Scarlet loves going to the Theatre.

So with our final night in the camper, squashing the last bits and pieces into the luggage and then some more.

We all felt a bit sad.

On Friday morning with still a few more things to finish off, we soon leave Crystal Palace behind, stop off at Carshalton Beeches to say goodbye to friends Colin and Mags, then it was off to the Sheraton Skyways, opposite Heathrow.

With Betsy Parked out the back, ready for Rod to drive her down Portsmouth way tomorrow, we check in.

With two BIGGGGG beds to jump on and not hit our heads and to Scarlets delight - a BATH TUB, we crack open the bubble bath, and in she goes….

Cheers,

Rod Trace and Scarlet.

Last night in Pari .......

2006-10-17T23:18:00.000+01:00

Bonsoir,

Parked in the Ferry Terminal Car park ready for embarkation at 7.30am.

The dreaded time came, the feeling of the last night, my tears flowed, I didn’t want to go, and the impending end is looming. Leaving France, leaving Europe, it felt like the last night of the holiday for me.

With a busy week ahead with preparations to pack up to leave, 6 weeks ago I started to first worry that the end was nearing, and had to make a conscience effort not to think about the trip ending, And now its here, the end, I cant even write about it now….

So with the latest entries in the scrap book to finish during the trip over to England, we’ll arrive at 1.30pm.

See you in England.

Au Revior.

Trace Rod and Scarlet

Return to our favourite

2006-10-12T21:22:00.000+01:00

Bonjour, Mademoiselles, Monsieur’s

Bienvenu to Pari

To be in Paris, is like being enveloped in Melted Chocolate…….

To have finally arrived back in Paris once again, we can now compare this absolutely amazing city to all the other European cities that we have explored. Our excitement grows - to want to be part of it, to revisit those places that we hold so dear in our hearts.

From all the cities or towns that we have visited, no where has that feel, that atmosphere that absorbs you and engulfs you, and pulls at the heartstrings that you never want to leave.

I loved Copenhagen, and Stockholm rivaled its scenery -

but I love Paris more and Rod adores it.

I don’t know if its just that after all the cities we have visited or because its my second time, but arriving in Paris, stepping off the Metro into the city streets, was like second nature. Back with an old friend, We didn’t need to go sightseeing, we could just melt in and enjoy.

Walking Rue De Rivoli, Avenue Champs Elysees, Rue De Louvre, La Rochelle, Blvd Montmartre, the National Opera Garnier House, the Madeleine Cathedral, Pont Alexandra III, The Grand Palace, Jardin Des Tulleries, Jardin Des Luxenborg, The Shopping, The people, The food and wine……

Paris – the city we never want to let go of…..

It was great to see Scarlet enjoying and remembering the city too, revisiting her favourite parks, playgrounds and carousels, and The Donkey rides of Jardin Des Luxenborg.

Staying at the Bois de Boulogne Camping Park, conveniently 10kms out of the city centre, with a bus at the door to the metro, we were easily in the city.

Our First morning in Pari, Rod took Scarlet on the bike and they spent the whole day, riding and seeing favourite spots. – especially the Donkey rides in the Jardin De Luxenburg and Pont Alexander III, Grand Palis and Place De L Concorde.

Whilst I took the Metro across town to one of the local Flea markets – at Porte de montreuil, meeting Judith and Alex from the ACT in Oz, helping them out on the bus, they came with me to the markets, and I steered them in the right direction in the city later that day. Nice couple, may chance seeing them again, as they have the same flight home as us.

I spent Friday afternoon on the Streets of Pari, shopping in Galeries Lafayette on the Boulevarde Haussmann. And enjoying a late lunch in de café, then a walk past the Musee de louvre, arriving back home about 7pm, making the most of my day.

On Sunday we all took to our bikes, with Scarlet on the back with Rod, we rode through the parc Bois de Boulogne, stopping off along the Avenue De La Grande Armee, to stroll thought the Antic stalls, between the Boulevard De L’Amiral Bruix and the Arc De Triomphe. Which we once again stood to enjoy and admire.

Stopping off at the Parc de Monceau, where Scarlet had fun on the Pony rides and Playground

Back on our tredlies we did a whole circuit, to the Trocadero and from the patio of the Palais De Chaillot on a stunning Pari day, we looked across with lots of others, to the Eiffel Tower. Stunning!!

Towards home we rode along to Place De colombes back through the Bois de Boulogne to the camp ground.

Rod was looking forward to spending time once again at the Louvre, so on Monday he spent his day absorbed and surrounded by Artworks by the Dutch Masters his favourite!, He once again visited the Mona Lisa, and spent 5 hours which is very easy to do, at the louvre.

Whilst Scarlet and I headed into Pari, with an Itinerary that took us to see the La Madeleine - a church - 1764, a beautiful 3 domed building with a colonnade of Corinthian columns encircling the building outside. Next to save Scarlets legs, we hoped back on the metro for a few stops and visited the Opera National de Paris Garnier - Unfortunately we could only see the foyer as it was closed to visitors that day as it was the opening night of the ballet that evening.

Next it was Lunch, then off to the Grevin - Wax Museum, founded in 1882, a great display of famous people in wonderful settings, including a theatre, where the famous stars were looking like they were greeting us amongst the seating.

Meeting up with Rod in the city for Dinner that evening, we enjoyed a another great French meal.

Tuesday saw us out and about again. Rod and Scarlet spent the day at the Cite de Sciences et de I’Industrie to have fun. I left earlier, making my first stop off at the Conciergerie forming part of the Palais de Justice – I wanted to visit the cell where Marie Antoinette was held before execution, it was also a famous jail during the revolution, however no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t find the entry, so I gave up and headed to my next stop.

The Catacombs - Now this was defiantly a place that we couldn’t visit with Scarlet - After descending down 20ft underground, I followed the underground quarry tunnels built in Roman times to the ossuary, which is lined with thousands of ancient bones and skulls.

During the 1780’s, thousands of rotting corpses were moved to here from the Cemetery of Innocents of Les Halles, as the townspeople were becoming ill with disease from the cemetery. During the night, the bodies were exhumed and carried on stretchers by people draped and covered in black. The king of the time ordered the entire cemetery to be moved and relocated into the unused quarry tunnels. He wanted the bones stacked in a decorative pattern and then later on they were opened to the public as a tourist attraction.

Lucky for me the tunnels now have some electric lights fitted, in the old days, they carried their own candle. It was rather Spooky.

With that out of the way, I headed back into the city to revisit the Opera National de Paris Garnier – it was too good to miss and I spent some time enjoying the grand rooms, from a private balcony suite the theatre was absolutely breathtaking, and I overheard a lady saying that the watching the opera scene for Vivienne and Edward in Pretty Woman was shot here in this theatre, - MY FAVOURITE MOVIE – WOW!!!!, defiantly could have been as it looked the same, - I cant count how many times I’ve watched it, but even if It wasn’t - it was great!

Back across town to the Musee des Arts Decoratifs - Part of the Louvre, a huge display of furniture, Textiles – fashion, ceramics and Publicite, offering an eclectic mix of decorative art from the middle ages to the present day. So a few hours we spent in there.

Later stopping at a café for soup and coffee, before off to Primtemps the Dept Store. The metro took me back home about 7pm, to find Scarlet complaining to Rod that he had overcooked her fish dinner - (there’s nothing like your Mums cooking is there). I rustled her something else and saved the evening.

On Wednesday we needed to move on, with our days numbered, we were going to go up through the Somme area to visit to War Museums but decided to leave it for another trip.

So we headed to Caen that night to sail on the ferry to Portsmouth the next morning.

See you on board.

Au Revior

Trace Rod and Scarlet

Euro Disney - Paris

2006-10-12T21:21:00.001+01:00

Nothing gives me more delight, than seeing Scarlet enjoying the wonderment of those childhood fantasies…..

Once again back at Euro Disney - We were here last year, and promised Scarlet that we would return this trip. As like all the disney parks, everything is wonderful. Apart from the rides, Disney stores and princess castles, the characters are a highlight for us all.

Scarlet adores anything princess and we now have our very own Cinderella – Dress, Shoes, bag with a Tiara, and wand thanks to Anitta and the girls.

We parked up with lots of other campers in a special car park, the next 3 nights. This year we also spent a day at the Disney Studios - not as good, but a fun day, finishing off back in disneyland.

Last year we visited the Jungle Cafe, a restuarant outside the grounds, the interior decor, was complete with jungle vines and robitic animals. So a visit was a definate. We lined up one evening to find that it was "get a time to come back" with an hours wait, it was just too late at 7.30pm after being in the parks, so with a very disappointed Scarlet, Rod and I decide that it will be lunch tomorrow.

Arranging the whole day for lunch next day, we head out to walk to the restuarant after a lazy morning - We arrive to find out, its closed for a private function till after 4pm, Now HOW were we supposed to tell Scarlet that!, She was not happy and it was Noon. So with a very disappointed girl, we headed to another place for lunch with lots of other disappointed families. maybe next time we'll be lucky again.

After lunch, we headed for the city of Paris,

Cant wait.......

Au Revior

Trace Rod and Scarlet

Windmills of Holland

2006-10-12T21:19:00.001+01:00

Whist in Spain, we had met a wonderful Family - John Anitta, Lyn, Jill and Susan. Keeping in touch along the way, we were really happy to be finally seeing them again.

Before arriving to their home at Wilp, we headed northwards, we really wanted to see the windmills up close, and at the Zaanse Schans - it’s the place. Now we arrived early evening and in Holland there is just no place to park, the water canals flow in between houses and fields and there was no stellplatz or campground nearby - so after stopping at a car park for dinner, we found a secluded spot in the industrial business district for the night - they cant all be waterside views.

Next morning - The Zaanse Schans in the Zaan region of North Holland, a mecca for tourists, - with typical Zaan houses and windmills.

Next off to the Gelderland region, where late on Tuesday evening we checked into the camp ground nearby to Apeldoorn, where wild rabbits, scampered across the lawns.

We visited the Palace - Het Loo, built by William III, in 1692 as a hunting lodge, although a stark exterior, the lavish interior was splendid, however no photos could be taken. The formal gardens in classical style - beautiful, the horse stable and carriage display was stunning, with the most amazing sleds.

Early Afternoon we arrived at Anitta and Johns home, where we were greeted like old friends. Elegant styled gardens, lawns and courtyards surrounded a splendid, renovated farmhouse - with high beamed ceilings, rustic tiles, loft bedrooms and cosy night time candlelight. We were spoilt the whole time,.

On Thursday, Anitta took me along to their family friend, Spaniard – Frank, who restyled my hair for the afternoon. Later that evening Rod, Frank and John – Off to the Football, Frank mixed up the starting time and they arrived with only 25 minutes of the match to play – He’ll never live that down!, so they made up for it, with a few drinks at the bar with the players and arrived home a few hours later.

With Lyn and Jill having half day school on Fridays, we were off to the Pancake restaurant, - where delicious pancakes of all sorts on the menu, with a great play area for the kids.

Saturday Anitta took me and the girls into Appeldorm, to shop, we had a great time, before heading home for an early dinner at their favourite Chinese restaurant. On Sunday afternoon it was soon time to leave, sorry to say goodbye as we headed for Belgium.

We arrived in Maastricht later that evening, camping in the tennis centre car park - We could stay if Rod played - How convenient! - Rod played the Club’s owner!

We spent time exploring the town on our bikes, before heading on to Bastogne in Belgium.

Later that evening we cross the border into Belgium, with the scenery soon changing with hilly bushlands, dotted with terraced homes – lacy gables, chimney tops of browns and greys. Village roads winding through the gorges, below arched stone bridges.

Stopping overnight to wild camp at Houffalize for the night.

Mid morning next day we arrived in Bastonge,in the Luxembourg Province, visiting the war history musee, which depicted the WWII Bastogne battle, whereby the city under attack of the German Army, was defended by US troops, under atrocious conditions to halt the German invasion and to stop their advancement across the Seine. Along with the Museum, an American memorail had been built.

With nothing but the lights of Disneyland Paris in Scarlets eyes, We arrive later that evening, to stay for the next few nights.

Au Reviour

Trace Rod and Scarlet

The Unusual - Amsterdam City

2006-10-12T21:19:00.000+01:00

First impressions - If I had to describe Amsterdam City in one word - Horrible, harsh yes!

Would I call it an onion or a pineapple. Maybe once your under the prickly exterior, its delectable with a hard core. Or maybe still bitter, no matter how many layers you peel away.

Pretty buildings along the canals are lost amongst the clutter, tram lines, reconstructions, bridges, canal boats, cafes, people, cars and bikes.

You would have to be tough to survive in this city, or you’d be lost along with those who came to get lost and those who “live”

The legalised marijuana isn’t really there in your face except for the smell of Marijuana wafting throughout the city streets, but for those special lollypops, or magic mushrooms, a huge variety is all for wanting. Café windows hang signs “Please roll your joints inside” – which gave us a laugh!

One never knows whether the person next to you is straight or high as you try to assess their relaxed stupor. And its quite astonishing to see workmen, with joint in hand, jumping back into the work truck and drive off.

The effects of a legalised system has clearly created a dropout society. As many of the once pretty canal houseboats have become ramshackle squats, loosing their lustre and now filled with second hand bric-a-brac for the hippie-like residents. With canal waterways littered with refuse.

Amsterdam popular with backpackers and those in for a quick visit of drugs, drinking and the famous red-light district. Which is a seedy tourist trap - with guide map in hand, making sure to avoid a wrong turn and not end up in the red light area, which is centre stage - especially with scarlet. Where scantily clag girls are the shop window displays, day and night.

A small congested city, easily walked, with busy shopping and café lined streets, actually I have never seen so many small cafes in one area, I am sure they serve all those with the munchies! The hardest part is negotiating the barrage of cyclists, who aggressively ride bikes, who have soul right of way and you had better look out.

Amsterdam the only city where we actually didn’t feel safe. Where we gradually lost interest and the sites weren’t worth the effort. The city where you dress down to fit in, to not stand out. Hide your jewellery and where we wouldn’t and advised not to lock up our bikes to return to later.

Rod caught up with Pim and friends, whom we met at the Copenhagen Campsite, at an Ajax game – the cities team, on Sunday.

Monday our last day in Amsterdam, while Betsy was fitted with new front tyres, we cycled round town together.

Stopping at a playground, we spoke to an Ex-pat Aussie, she says it’s a great city to live in, and maybe so, once you get inside it. But is it? She says - Even at dressy events the people will buy a nice dress, and where lousy shoes, and no jewellery, they don’t make an effort for even the special times.

And do they see what is going on around them, from the amount of tourists you never know who the real Amsterdam is.

Every city is pretty with its sparkling lights at night, hiding the unsavoury, but Amsterdam has warts and all on show 24 / 7, New age ?- maybe ?, let see how it pans out in generations to come. After a few days – A Pineapple …..

We leave the city to visit windmills and friends.

Dag Slaap Lekker

Trace Rod and Scarlet