Ragù on the Road
This is not a regional ragù, and it isn’t trying to be. It’s the version that’s emerged from cooking the same dish repeatedly: in a small kitchen, with limited kit, and enough time to let it develop properly. It rewards…
Pasta: Not a shape, a system
If bread in France is a daily ritual, pasta in Italy is something closer to a religion. It isn’t just eaten; it’s understood. Shapes carry meaning. Sauces have purpose. Get the pairing wrong and people may still be polite, but…
The bit I’m not posting on Instagram
By the time we reached the border, I was already tired — not of travelling, but of being competent. Nothing had gone wrong. The paperwork was in order. The route made sense. We’d talked it through, checked it twice, and…
Tech and systems – December 2025 in review
Holding steady, quietly competent, occasionally heroic December was not a month of novelty. It was a month of systems being asked to behave — repeatedly, reliably, and without fuss — while we stayed put, rode out weather, and let the…
Scylla’s view – December 2025
A dog’s view My voice is sentient but not cartoon-like. I’m speaking from canine psychological and physiological perspectives. What helps me on the road — and what you might not notice unless you slow down I don’t think in words,…
Living by the Baguette
What France quietly taught us about food, rhythm, and belonging When we arrived in France, we didn’t set out to embrace baguette culture. We didn’t even notice it at first. Like most visitors, we thought of the baguette as background…
Travelling aire to aire: Living within the limits
Learning the aire way When we planned our setup, we didn’t design it around French aires. We simply didn’t know what to expect. Now that we’re here, it’s clear that this style of travel quietly rewards how we think and…
Scylla’s viewpoint: Every day is a beach day
Scylla’s viewHello. It’s me, Scylla. This month’s message is simple – I like it here – lots. Last month there were rules. Signs. Fences. Beaches that said no dogs — even when it was cold and empty and clearly nobody…
The luxury of staying put
There’s a quiet pleasure that only shows itself when you stop moving. Not stopping entirely — we’re still travellers — but choosing to stay longer than planned. Long enough for a place to stop performing and start revealing itself. Long…
French cooking
Eating well on the road (without trying too hard) Travelling through France in a motorhome sets a curious culinary rhythm. You’re surrounded by some of the world’s most photographed food, yet inside the van it’s far more down-to-earth: limits on…