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 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…
It’s twelve days now since we first got the ferry over to Zakynthos, and three more until we can leave again. Jay teases me when he sees me chomping at the bit to get off the island. “I can’t wait to get off Zakynthos!” I moaned yesterday morning, as I…
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 motorhome is up to his usual tricks and sitting with his bum to a beach. A very, very nice beach on the entrancingly beautiful Greek island of Zakynthos. Most of the people who follow us on Facebook will know why we’ve abandoned the Peloponnese for this island, but…
