Today will be my shortest post. A post with few words, and fewer images.Today we are at Oradour-sur-Glane. A small, simple village, just to the north and west of Limoges, in France. If you have not heard of Oradour this is it’s story. The barest of bones of it’s story……
Iggy the Hymer is sitting in the station car park in a grey and wet Gorebridge, as I snuggle by the heater, and finally resume writing on the blog. The rain is teeming it down outside and its maybe not the best of places to spend a late August day in Scotland. …
Iggy the Hymer has finally left Pompeii and is once more sitting, nose to surf, with the shores of the Mediterranean. We set off this morning, planning on doing a mad five hour drive straight to Villa San Giovanni, for the ferry to Messina in Sicily. The great thing about…
As I write this I’m in a bit of a funny place in my head. It’s a place I find myself in more and more as the years go by. I guess you could call it thankful. That’s a really “in” word isn’t it? Maybe it’s just me, but it’s…
I don’t want to leave the EU. On the surface I have a very simple, very selfish, reason. I want the freedom of travel it brings. I want to be able to go where the road and the wind takes me. Jay and I love Europe without borders. The…
