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Trip update.
After ten weeks, we finally left Ohrid. Long enough for routines to become normal and familiar faces to become part of daily life. We could easily have stayed longer had it not been for the bureaucratic pressure of still being…
April 2026 Travellers like to believe they choose their destinations. Sometimes a place chooses you. Ohrid did that to us. When we arrived beside the lake the plan was simple enough: a short stop before continuing the journey. Two or…
For UK travellers, Schengen is no longer a backdrop but a clock: access is limited to 90 days in any rolling 180, after which you must leave the zone entirely before time begins to replenish. It’s a simple rule with…
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…
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…
Travelling across France in late November comes with certain assumptions — grey skies, damp bones, and cultural hibernation. Occitanie clearly didn’t get the memo. What we’ve found instead is sun, history, emotional contrast, and the kind of winter atmosphere that…
After months of rebuilding and refining our motorhome systems, Scylla’s passport cleared the final hurdle. We’re ready for a ten-month journey across Europe.
Repairs done, systems steady, dog passport in hand — the motorhome’s ready, the plan’s flexible, and the road ahead is wide open.
Two months on the road: Highland calm at Camusdarach, film-set magic, and Northumberland’s castles and coastlines surprising us at every turn.
Time Flies – Our First Month on the Road It seems only days ago we set off, yet here we are at the end of the first month. We left our home in South Leicestershire the day after my last…