Eype and the Jurassic Coast

Eype and the Jurassic Coast

A gem of a site for those in a tent or a  campervan. We didn’t know where to head off for our “weekend” away and Angela our Site manager suggested a small site at Eype that they went to 20+ years ago but was unsure what it was like now.  We googled it and it looked like the sort of two day get away we were looking for. Right on the hill above the beach with amazing views and away from any noise. We booked it with gusto and it is one of a kind. Arriving at just gone 4pm we were pointed in the direction of our grass only pitch for £25 a night but it has stunning views and is a two min walk from the lovley shingle beach which is popular with those in the know. After setting up for two whole days of sun chill and nothing much more I decided to take Molly for a walk along the Dorset coast path that passes the site by way of a stile. Heading down to the beach and then up the other side of the hill I remembered when I had walked this stretch of the Dorset coast path on a week long marathon in my younger days with my then walking buddy Trevor (I was in my 20’s). I wearing nothing but jean shorts and walking boots. It felt surprisingly similar nearly 30 years on as I plodded up the path in nothing but my jean shorts and sandals this time and although 30 Years have passed it goes to prove that age is nothing but a the passing of time as I felt no different now than I did back then and surprisingly with a not too dissimilar Physic but perhaps with a bit of an extra beer belly . As I reached the top I saw a couple flopped out on a bench with a huge rucksack next to them. I asked if they were walking the Dorset or South West Coast path and they responded with saying they were on the last day of the Dorset coast path but were heading east to west. We exchanged walking stories and they said tat the were going to wild camp on the hill that night. I returned back to the dub to start and then polish off a bottle of red some cheese bread and biscuits and sit here typing the blog some two plus hours later and with binoculars in hand.  I can see that they still sit on the hill top opposite waiting for the right time to start to set up their tent for the night. This was made all the more impressive as they are both in their sixties and living life to the full, loving every moment of it and not frightened of doing something out of the norm for people of their age. 

As for the site WOW!!!!! if you have a tent or a small motorhome or campervan  come to this site if you can. It’s perched on the cliff top with lovley views and if you go grass only ask for pitch 20- 14. Sun from sunrise to sunset and uninterrupted views of the sea. The showers are a bit dated and not very clean but the position is A1 and you don’t spend your days off or holiday in the shower block. 

The next day we packed up and headed to explore Lyme Regis but is was ram packed with no parking to be found and the day was another scorcher. We decided to head back to Seatown which we had been to in years gone past and is another gem of a spot on the coastal path. We pulled up in the car park grabbed a drink at The Anchor and headed for the sea. I swam and Molly refused to join me in the water. Although she is happy to chase and retrieve a stick from the sea she doesn’t see the logic in just going into the water if there is no stick to bring back no matter how much coaching I gave her. An afternoon  of snoozing in the sun, a leisurely walk up to the cliff that rises above the bay another swim, and then an evening meal back at The Anchor rounded off our “weekend away”. We realise that all of this would have been less possible without the Dub. She is our perfect get away vehicle. 

Dub Down to Dartmouth Devon and a bit of Slappy on the side

Dub Down to Dartmouth Devon and a bit of Slappy on the side.

At last a weekend away! Where better to take the Dub now that we are working in the South West than Devon. The epicentre of Dub ownership Devon and Cornwall are overrun with campervans in the summer and especially when the schools are off. The narrow Devon country lanes are only just wide enough to squeeze between their stunning hedgerows to the picture perfect villages that they hide. We love Devon and Cornwall, always have and always will. We probably spent the vast majority of our Caravanning holidays in these two counties along with other multitudes of like minded “Grockles” (as the locals call them) clogging up their roads.

Luckily we are now able to get away before the roads become clogged  and the locals become village bound. The drive down was longer than our normal jaunt but the call of Dartmouth was too strong to resist. We boarded the higher car ferry to cross the river Dart to Dartmouth and it felt like our small break had finally started.

We received a walm welcome at the lovely Dartmouth site from Denise & Gerald who are the holiday site managers there and whose we had met in Seville Back in January. We were immediately invited for a few drinks at theirs to catch up with each other and spent a lovely few hours with them.

The next morning we woke to a drab a dreary day, not what we were hoping for but were determined to enjoy the area despite it. We headed down to Dartmouth and wandered the chic shops and narrow streets heading along the river and then up to the castle for a cream tea and then a short walk along a very small section of the south west coast path, finally returning back to our pitch and drive away awning for fresh crusty bread, cheese and wine.

Wednesday brought stunning blue sky’s and the warmth of the sun. We decided to pop over to another site that we had heard a lot about-  Slapton Sands. Dartmouth’s nearest neighbour and only a few miles away by car. Well it was last year however “The Beast From The East” saw an end to that (for the time being at least) The Megga Storm ripped up and undermined the coastal, and really only road that connects the two areas via a stunning drive.


Now, to travel the few miles a long inland detour must be undertaken and a quick five minute drive has become a half hour twisting journey. It was however worth the effort as Slapton Sands Camping and Caravanning Club Site is probably one of the nicest and prettiest sites we have ever been on in all our years of Caravanning, Camping and Motorhoming, with stunning views over the sea and some of South Devon’s pretty bays and cliffs. It would definitely be on our wish list to work at however the existing staff made it very clear that they won’t wish to move on next year if they can avoid it and to be honest we can’t blame them, we wouldn’t either!

We returned to Dorset with two more sites visited. It was nice to get away from Verwood for a couple of days. Where to next time?



Our first UK getaway of 2018 & A week with Mum & Dad

Our first UK getaway of 2018 & A week with Mum and Dad 

Just under a year ago we brought our V Dub (Volkswagen Transporter Campervan) and our summer UK adventures began. It has felt like a long time coming since arriving back to the uk but finally we have been able to get away for a long weekend. Where to? It was a three hour drive to our destination and believe it or not we headed back to Theobalds Park to catch up with the friends we made there last summer. It was never going to be much more than a boozy weekend with a lot of relaxing in between. The weather was dubious with rain forecast for much of the three days however we didn’t need to sightsee or go visit anywhere as we had explored the area last year. Angie however had some shopping therapy to catch up with her friend Dona and Molly was able to reacquaint her self with the dog walk along the new river almost immediately taking herself for a swim in its dirty waters. It was nice catching up with the old clan again who are still on this unusual site which is dominated by long stay members who use its proximity to London as a good base to live from, yet still enjoying the delights of camping. We were given a lovely warm welcome by the motley crew and a few alcoholic evenings followed. It was strange going back there as a camper and not as part of the team with this seasons Holiday Site Assistants now nicely ensconced onto what was “our pitch”! It was the same old Theobalds as we remembered with a few upgrades to the shower facilities and the ever exuberant Keith the holiday site manager keeping a close eye on things. It was good to catch up with our first manager again. Time wizzed past and it was soon time to say goodbye. We had enjoyed our few days, the Friday Chinese, Saturday BBQ, and Sunday pub lunch with our friends before heading back to Verwood where my lovely Mum and Dad plan to visit us for a week from Monday. They are life long Caravan Club (now called The Caravan and Motorhome Club) members with 50 years membership (that’s 100 years between them) and worked for the club for many years as Wardens. This is their first venture onto the oppositions Camping and Caravaning club site ever, so we hope they enjoy and like it. 

The weather has been good and we have had a lovely week with my parents catching up with them when we can between working. A BBQ on Thursday, Fish and Chip supper on Saturday and Angie is cooking a traditional Roast for us all on Sunday which will finish a great week as they head off to pastures new tomorrow. It is quite apt hat this site should be their first experience of the C&CC as it was ours too and their generosity in lending us their van and car to come here for our shadowing weekend actually gave us the opportunity to work for the club Work experience. Work experience & Motorbike to MotorhomeThe amazing life they have been able to live since semi retirement doing the same thing as we are now ( only for the caravan club) gave us the spark of the idea that it was possible for us to change our lives for the better 10 or 15 years earlier than normal retirement allows. They still tow and caravan into their late 80’s and not only still show a zest for life and adventure (albeit somewhat more limited now) but also bear little resemblance to many other late octogenarians we see. If we have as much adventure and stories to tell at their age in 35 years time we will both be very grateful. 


We have been contacted by three different sets of friends this week who all hope to come a stay for a few days with us in the next month or two so that should be really fun if they do. We also hope to “get away” soon again  inbetween entertaining and working of course.


Bluebells lift the spirits


After what seems to be endless and constant rain (the most I can ever remember for March and April) we have finally come out of the other side with the hottest recorded temperature for April in 70 years and Wow has it been hot! Feeling more like August than April we are however not complaining. The grass has started to dry out and finally we have the ability to ‘cut’ although the tractor has had different ideas on this matter, and  with its grass collecting abilities dashed we have had to let the grass, daisies and dandelions grow making the site resemble a meadow more than a campsite.  The woodland that adjoins the site has suddenly sprung in to spring with amazing Bluebell woods suddenly coming to life. Each day ( either morning before the shift starts or evening after it has finished) I am fortunate enough to be able to wander through a world dominated by bird song, sun dappled woodlands draped in the soft purple of blooming Bluebells. In our hour long daily walk Molly is in her element chasing the resident pheasant, rabbit, hare and dear from their early morning or evening munchings. As a working cocker spaniel from “field champion” parents she is a delight to watch race around the undergrowth, nose down, catching the scent of her quarry and rousting them from their hideouts. Her zest for life is at its zenith when she is in the woods where pheasant are about.

It seems strange that this wonder of nature has been going on for millennia however most of us are so wrapped up in “work life” nowadays it is rarely fully appreciated apart from an occasional glance at it  if we are lucky enough to be ‘there’ at the time.

All of a sudden we look forward to the summer, and this prelude to it has made everything feel a whole lot better.



Rain Rain and More Rain.

It’s been Three weeks since we arrived back in the UK and to be honest in one respect we wish we were back in the sunshine and warmth of Southern Spain. It just has not stopped raining. I think we have had a maximum of Five days where it has not rained. As a result of the daily deluge of water from above, the site has had to close all of the grass pitches as they are totally waterlogged with huge pools of standing water on anything that is not at near vertical. A lot of the vans have had to be towed on and even off the hard standing pitches with the tractor  to try to save the grass and it has been a bleak and miserable start to the season. Our awning and compound consequently has taken an age to shape up into anything resembling cozy, but finally it has come together and we can sit eat and cook in the awning in comfort. The constant fight to keep the detritus from muddy boots, dripping wet weather gear and one very boisterous bouncy and therefore muddy little brown dog called Molly is ongoing and even her enthusiasm is dampened by our need to dry her paws and tummy on her return every time she pops out for a wee or just a mooch around the compound. So having been awoken by torrential rain on the roof of the motorhome at 4am this morning I thought I would do a quick update (aka moan) on the blog. It’s 5.21am and the rain has finally subsided for a moment giving way to to a “hoot off” between the resident owls in the large oaks behind us who are obviously as pleased with the small respite as we are . I can’t help thinking back to last year when we had wall to wall sunshine at Theobalds and we spent every free moment lazing in the sun getting a tan . How fickle the UK weather is but I suppose it is also what I love about the uk weather. It truly makes you appreciate the good days when you have made it through the bad. Bring on the sunshine ….. PLEASE!


Back in Blighty & “The Calm B4 the Storm”

The crossing was uneventful, we mainly caught up on the lost sleep from our last night in France. We had lunches planned with Angie’s Dad, Sister and Brother in law one day and then my Mum and Dad the next. Catori had her bits and bobs sorted in readiness for the season and then it was time to fill up with LPG Gas and get to Verwood. Unbeknown to us there is a nationwide gas shortage due to the fall out between the U.K and Russia following the Salisbury poisoning incident. Our usual fill up point was en-route to Verwood so made the ideal stop. Unfortunately the tank was being filled at the time and after waiting 20 mins after which they still couldn’t get it going again we decided to get gas at another station…… NOT! Despite checking every petrol station on the way none of them sold LPG. We arrived at Verwood Tired Late and Empty of Gas. The next day I ventured off to get a fill up which, after going to 4 stations who had all sold out of gas, resulted in me going all the way back to Titchfield, a 45 min drive to the only petrol station with gas available and hoping that they had been able to get the pump back on line – Success! Hey ho a morning wasted but we are settled now and have a weeks work under our belt preparing the site for its visitors. As the site is empty of happy holiday makers at the moment Molly gets to run around it chasing the rabbits and pheasants but is also very content in our very large pitch.

It really is the quiet before the storm. Easter is full and everyone is arriving on the two day lead up. Our pitch looks a tad bare at the moment but I am sure Angie and her green fingers will having it looking pretty in no time at all. So here we are, settled for the next six months. As last year the blog will revert to our fourtnighly weekend getaways in the V’ Dub (which incidentally started from her five month slumber over winter on the first turn of her key.)

We hope you will stick with us for the summer and join us as we explore the beautiful English countryside. 

An Unwanted Guest

An Unwanted Guest …. What a hell the last 24 hours has been. We arrived at Ouistreham Aire where we have stayed at least three times before with no issue whatsoever and had always thought it a great stop over for the ferry. Not this time! We arrived and entered the Aire paying €10 as we pulled up we noticed a few unsavoury characters walking through the site. A few minutes later the door was tapped but no one was there. An hour later and after taking Molly for a walk and posting my last blog update there was a loud noise from the rear of the van that sounded like someone was trying to steal our bicycles. I ran out and two black guys legged it. An hour later – more noise! I went out again one guy was skulking around the van and ran away and four other guys quickly walked out of the Aire. Another 30 mins and we heard something by the door. A guy was trying to crawl under the van. He ran away but the local police were there they explained that they were all illegal immigrants trying to find a lift into Britain. They were not aggressive and we should lock ourselves in and wait till the morning. After another couple of guys were seen scrabbling around our motorhome and at 10.30 we and another English van had had enough. It was apparent that these guys were desperate and will not give up despite us keep chasing them off. We both decided to leave the Aire and park along the coast where parking was not allowed and take our chances with the police instead of the immigrants. 3K later all was quiet at last but we struggled to sleep and it snowed heavily. At 5.45am our newly acquired British comrade tapped the door saying that they were heading to the ferry. Snow covered all of the roads but I just had to grab a photo.


We followed on a few moments later and just as we approached the ferry there was a series of loud banging coming from under the motorhome. We pulled up and I jumped out to find out what it was. An immigrant had strapped himself to the chassis in the Aire and had been under our motorhome when we moved it, all through the night and on the three kilometre drive to the port but presumably had lost his nerve when we had driven at speed or with the slush of the snow. Lucky the local police were at hand and I ran over just as he was up strapping himself. He was simply asked to leave by the police who seemed powerless to act. Lesson learned Never park near a port again. Since Calais closed the immigrants camp there they have spread out along all the other ports trying to find a way in. To make it worse the heating and hot water had failed again on the coldest night so far. Freezing and Sleep deprived we ordered a cabin to catch up on some much needed sleep and a hot shower.

The Journey Home

The Journey Home

Wednesday 14th March

Carcassonne – NOT!

Despite our keenness to see Carcassonne it has once again eluded us. A six hour drive from Vilanova took us to this double walled citadel. We had decided on four options for the night, two camp sites and two Aires but despite our best planning we still failed to see one of Frances biggest tourist spots. One campsite did not open until Monday the other which we were told was open was totally closed, one Aire only took Motorhomes under 8 meters due to a double barrier entry and exit system where the second barrier 8 meters from the first did not open until the first had closed behind you. The other Aire that was closed last year was now open but wanted €30 for any stay over 12 hours and had no facilities. RIP OFF came to mind. Luckily we had Sunny the smart car in tow so we unhitched him and were able to quickly check all this out whilst Catori was having a rest in a lay-by. So Carcassonne you have yet again lost our patronage and the profit from a meal for two with wine and beer and not forgetting a sticker for the van. We will try again another year! We ended up a further hours drive north at an impromptu Aire picked out of the book as a ‘last resort’ thing and it is a great Aire right on the bank of a canal with lovely canal side walks to the town. €8 including WiFi all services and electric. Now THAT is more like it. This town really knows how to gain visitors with a full Aire opposed to the empty affairs at Carcassone. Castelnaudary GPS N43. 314100 E 001. 949240 really deserves more than a quick look but unfortunately we have a ferry to catch so it’s a one night wonder for us this year I’m afraid.

Thursday 15th March

A campsite to ourselves

Once again we had a few options for our second stay over but the outright forerunner was the Aire at Donzenac again as it is so close and easy to get to from the arterial route we are taking home. It was closed last year (but it was New Year’s Eve) It’s a hard life.The book said it is open all year so we thought we would give it another go. Our Aires & Stop Overs The five and a half hour journey was a pretty route that we enjoyed last year up and over, and through. Cahors This year the weather was likewise kind to us bright and sunny all the way and we pulled over on the side of this “main road” for a spot of lunch and stretched our legs, a few cars and lorries passed but it was mainly deserted and quiet. The Aire at Donzenac was having its water/waste and chemical disposal replaced when we arrived so was out of action. I used my best pigeon French to ask the workers if we could just stay on the Aire without using the facilities. One disappeared and shortly later the barrier lifted the door to the small reception hut opened and the adjacent campsite was put at our disposal with electric for €16 for the night. We decided to go with it as we were both tired and in fairness we had stayed here last year for free. We had a choice of all of the pitches and despite the attraction of being right next to the river we opted for a gravel track as the grass was sodden and we didn’t want to get bogged in.


Friday 16th March

Rainbows End

Another five and a half hour drive today and we have ended up at another lovely FREE Aire on the banks of the Louire River which is in full flood. The first two hours or so were easy motorway driving. The D 954 to Blois was a lovely tarmac road and a straight as an arrow due north for mile upon mile. Once again a mild sunny springlike day and we stopped at one of the roadside picnic spots France is brilliant at. This one was by a lake and provided a great place for lunch.


The fantastic road was complimented by great scenery of vineyards, forests, and a few Château’s. It changed at Oucques the road became narrower and very worn out and bumpy from the constant use of the huge lorries that also use this route without bothering to reduce their speed except when going through the picture perfect villages along the way (who all seem to be lobbying for a bypass) The heavens opened and the most vivid and stunning double rainbow appeared very low down on the horizon straddling the road. We were so engrossed in it that I nearly rear ended a small red thing that they call a “car” (France and to lesser extent Spain has loads of these underpowered things that seem to go no faster than 25 miles an hour and sound like a bee stuck in a jam jar, I think they have taken the place of the 2CV). We had a very very large red thing in the shape of massive lorry right up our backside but Angie was determined to try to capture the moment. The image is not a patch on the size, colour and brightness of the rainbow but it gives you an idea.


After passing the red annoyance in front of us that was being bimbled along the road by an elderly gentleman behind the wheel in no obvious hurry sporting a flat cap and a bulbous red nose to match his car, and finally being able to gain some distance from the red beast behind us we spewed out on to the N1010 and then the N10 where our riverside Free Aire at Marboue was waiting GPS N48.112400 E001.328600. It’s a great stop over and one that we will use again.


Saturday 17th March


A three and a half hour drive today to get us back to the north coast and this pretty town that I visited with friends when I was in my early 20’s but Angie has never seen. The morning was mild and I walked Molly I’m just my T shirt and jeans. As we drove north it became cold bitterly cold and it was the first time we had to put the heating on in the cab. We arrived at the Aire GPS N49.419240 E000.241540 and I jumped out to refill with water and dump the grey and black waste. It was frikkin’ freezing I quickly jumped back in to clobber up but despite my work jacket and woolly hat I was very cold for the first time in 12 months.
We drove into the town to pick up a few last minute provisions (more wine) as it started to snow and by the time we had come out of e’ Leclerc it was heavy. As I tap away at his blog it remains heavy and is laying on the roofs cars and grass. We hope it will not be so heavy to hamper our last day in France and trip to the ferry.


Sunday 18th March


we woke at 8.30 to clear paths and roads. The snow did not settle so we can enjoy Honfleur in all its very cold glory! It was FREEZING walking into town but it was very pretty despite the cold however the wind had us keeping away from the waterfront. In the sun this is a glorious place and it was a shame that Angie had to see it sub zero but there will be another less inclement time in years to come I am sure.

The final 1hr 30 min drive brings us back to the Aire at Ouistreham ready for our ferry to arrive at 6.30am tomorrow.

Our adventure Ends….. for the time being at least.

One last note… as I walked Molly along what was Sword beech where so many lost their lives on 6th June 1944 there is a memorial to the fallen.

There were two inscriptions. The first was Churchill’s famous “we shall fight them on the beeches” speech immortalised in stone and under it also in stone, one that is now so apt for our troubled and more secular times that we have voted for and are heading towards. It simply says

“Men will be proud to say I am a European. We hope to see a Europe where men of every country will think as much of being a European as belonging to their native land. We hope that wherever they go in the European continent they will truly feel, here, I am at home”

… It’s orator… Winston Churchill 7th May 1948.

If he could see us now!


Heading Home

Heading Home

Monday 12th March
Silly thing to say really as our home is where we park it however the UK will always be our emotional home. After four and a half months touring it is time to go home to earn some money and put down roots for 6 months. We didn’t get back to Barcelona for another day which is a regret but there will always be another year and the next time Molly will stay back and look after the motorhome and we will spend the €80 for two two day pass on the jump on jump off tourist sightseeing bus that covers the whole of the city. Our mind is now on the return journey. Along the coast into France to Perpignan and hopefully to try to see Carcassonne that our mishap last year denied us seeing.  Huge traffic jams – thanks to Gids!   On via Toulouse to Limoges for another night stop then just north of Orléans and then Honfleur for a day and a night before stopping at Ouistreham for a night grabbing the 8.30am ferry to Portsmouth on 19th March. Well that is the plan anyway we have heard that the weather is a tad grim going through France so we wait and see but we have five full days to travel the length of France. First things first Molly needs her check up and passport stamped.


Tuesday 13th
Our last full day in Spain but before we did anything Molly had a 11am appointment with the vet. She needed a thermometer up her bottom, a worming tablet in her tummy and a full health check. Twenty five euros later and her passport was stamped. Hurrah she can come home with us! In the afternoon we headed half an hour drive south for Tarragona and to see the Roman amphitheater. It was a nice afternoon and despite our hesitation with Tarragona as a city itself, the amphitheater was great, only ruined by the passing of millennium and hoards of noisy Spanish school children who were not in the slightest bit interested in Roman architecture and more interested in screaming and running riot in the “gardens of miracle” I hoped a miracle would happen and they would be struck dumb for an hour – no such luck! The harbour and marina were nice too with my pet hate – millionaires gin palaces a plenty. Pretty coves and beaches lay just a kilometre north of the city and we were glad that we had decided to finish our Spanish adventure with some historical culture and a pretty drive along the coastal road. So we are all packed and ready to go. We will enjoy traveling together in the motorhome through France with the car in tow when we get there hopefully tomorrow afternoon.


Barcelona Part 1

Barcelona part I

Big, Brash, Noisy, Bustling and Stunning! One day is not enough to take in this huge city and we have yet again only just scratched the surface spending the whole day in the old town and it’s area known as Eixample on foot with Molly in tow. Over 7.5 miles later we had walked Las Ramblas, seen two of Gaudi’s best known Art Nouveau buildings plus The Segrada Familia his unfinished masterpiece and finally Walked back down through Parc de la Ciutadalla to Port Vell where we had parked the car. We had still managed to miss the old cathedral and so many other sights in the old town and have yet to experience Barcelona’s other delights of Montjuïc (which was developed for the 1929 international fair and later for the 1992 Olympics) the water front and Park Güell Gaudi’s fanciful take on a garden city amongst so many others.

We decided to pay the toll charge to get to Barcelona as we had experienced the winding twisting slow N31 the other day and it added half an hour, effectively doubling the journey time. So for €7 we drove through the tunnels and bridges that formed 10k of the N32 north of Sitges. Our first introduction to Barcelona driving in from the N32 was docks and huge industrial port on the right and a city of the dead on the left. An enormous mountain was glistening with what looked like small windows and filled up the entire horizon to our left. At first we thought it was a massive holiday or business complex set into the cliffs but as we got nearer we realised that this was Barcelona’s massive Montjuïc cemetery and the windows were in actual fact the small openings in the walls for the urns or coffins. There is actually a tour of it if you were so inclined.

After a few incidents of horn blasting from irate drivers (mostly on their mobiles) who did not wish to allow an English smart car to get into the right lane and a few near misses with kamikaze moped riders who would rather be knocked off than give an inch or wait a moment we finally found a underground car park that later cost €15 to leave (we had been told that car crime was a factor in big cities so better that than a smashed window and stolen sat nav). The marina was full to the brim with million, multi million, billion and multi billion pound yachts. Showing the excesses that the world will allow to happen whilst beggars and homeless lay on the streets. [ I read once that if all the tax due, was paid from all the tax havens and off shore accounts there would be no more world debt or poverty.] Anyway enough of my soap box …. Despite my contempt for the floating monstrosities and all that they represent they were wonderful things to look at as walked to the monument of Christopher Columbus and the start of Las Ramblas.

Half expecting it to be like Valencia (a gorgeous park that joined the coast to the top of the city) we were a little disappointed as it was just a long predestined tree lined promenade – very nice mind with entertainment, stalls and shops but no grass flowers or water features to be seen. The umbrella shop with its dragon was an interesting sight as was Marilyn Munro displaying her underwear under that classic white dress on the first floor of a museum of erotica.


Gaudi’s Casa Batlló with its mask/ skull like balconies and highly decorated walls was lovely yet his most famous apartment block Casa Milà with no straight walls in the building at all left me un inspired. Perhaps I’m not a architectural devotee but it must be a nightmare to place furniture or hang curtains!!!

Next on the agenda SEGRADA FAMÍLIA. Yet unfinished and due to be completed by 2040 it is a magnificent piece of fantasy crammed with symbolism and started in 1882. Each of the 12 bell towers represents an apostle. The largest tower will represent Christ when it is completed. Tickets needed to pre booked with a time slot and as we had Molly we were happy just to gaze in awe from outside. Perhaps in 22 years time we can revisit when it is finally completed.

The walk back to the waterfront was delightful through a large park – Parc de la Ciutadalla where a saxophonist was playing birds were singing and the sun was out. We sat and enjoyed its warmth resting our feet for half an hour before returning to the car.



One Life & Lots to See