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 motorhome is sitting in oceans of puddles by the riverbank in the rainy French village of Salernes. ( N43.5588 , E6.23352) It is four days and five nights since our ferry from Greece pulled in to the docks at Ancona. Four days and five nights of almost…
Iggy the Hymer motorhome has woken up to a cold, grey morning forty odd kilometres north of Ancona in northern Italy. It’s eight a.m. Greece time, but here in seven a.m. Italy the sun has only just begun to lighten the sky. The air is cold and damp. Fresh with…
Iggy the Hymer motorhome has found himself another stunning stopover on the seemingly endless stretch of Neochori beach. (N37.43043, E21.65508) As I write Jay is still sleeping, and Marley is pleading boredom after our customary sunrise stroll along the sand. I am filled, this morning as every morning, with an…
Hear my confession. It is 8 days since my last blog post. I, Fiona Lindsay, sitting here in Iggy, the Hymer motorhome, at the idyllic location of Stomio beach, have sinned mightily as a travel writer. ( N37.185233 E21.575415) Personally, I blame the dog. It’s easy to blame the dog…
Iggy the Hymer motorhome is sitting in the pre dawn dark in the charming harbour at Agios Sostis in Zakynthos. I am startled to realise it is a week ago today since I carried Marley Dog away from her dark den in the bushes and into Iggy’s warm, comfy interior. …
Iggy the Hymer is sitting a few feet from the sea in the small Peloponnese port town of Kyllini. ( N37.9371 E21.1457 ). In true Iggy style he has his bum a scant few feet from the beautiful Ionian Sea, and is happily watching the constant coming and going of…
Iggy the Hymer has had a bit of a mad moment and jumped on another ferry. One week after watching Sicily disappear behind him, he is now rocking in a gale at the little fishing harbour of Aghios Panteleimon. Yeah mama we’re in Greece! And it’s time to get this…
Iggy the Hymer is still sitting by our little bit of paradise outside Punto Prosciutto. Tomorrow we will move on again, but this little spot has captured out hearts and frozen Iggy’s wheels in place. It is so quiet here apart from the waves. A residential area of beautiful villas…
Iggy the Hymer is watching a new set of waves in a pretty idyllic spot outside Punta Prosciutto in Puglia. ( N40.2924 E17.7932) When we arrived yesterday afternoon there were some awfully big mosquitoes dancing under the olive trees in the calm, warm air. Since then though the wind has…
