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…
