Back in Blighty

Wednesday 5th October 

Following a strange night; being in a pitch black field with no noise seemed eerie, still we woke up to dry albeit to field covered in dew; haven’t seen that in many years!!!

Early morning

Today we had two missions, both pre-booked.  Firstly we had arranged a viewing in a place called Woolvington this morning and secondly an appointment at the BMW dealer in Cribbs Causeway (Bristol) to test drive a Mini Cooper S, John Cooper Works Countryman. 

We arrived in our field fairly late last night and here we were, 1030am and just about to head out for our first appointment and we hadn’t seen the farmer whose site we were on.   We were a little concerned he may have thought we had done a runner, especially as when we booked, he said he would come and meet us, so a quick email was sent to allay any fears he may have!!!

Needs a bit of work!

We arrived at the property, in the rain, and the lady to show us around was just opening up.   We knew this was a “project” prior to visiting, and had examined the pictures carefully on the Estate Agent’s site so when we got inside we were prepared for what we saw.   Christine, having spent numerous hours trawling  through “Rightmove”, “Zoopla” and “on The Market” had a very good understanding of prices etc., so armed with this knowledge we made a fair offer a few days prior to our visit.   The only response we got was message saying the vendor won’t accept an offer until we’d seen the property, well here we are.   There was a lot of work to be done and it hadn’t helped being empty and locked up for a year or so.   There was a lot of damp etc., but everything was “doable” but we certainly will re-consider our offer; down!!!

Having had a good “poke-about” we left and said good bye to the agent but just “hung around” until she had gone.   Once she had gone, we knocked on next door to make some “local  enquiries” and more importantly if there was a history of damp in these properties.  This small estate of 7 bungalows was built in the ‘60’s and one never knows!!!   Any way a very nice, friendly lady answered the door but unfortunately couldn’t tell us too much as she didn’t live there, it was her daughter we should speak to and informed us she would be back in about 5-minutes.

We were parked directly in front of this bungalow so got inside to make coffee & tea, and waited.  Just as the drinks were made, the daughter arrived so we dropped everything and walked across the road and introduced ourselves.  She was very helpful and allayed any fears we may have had about the construction, damp etc., so with that, turned to get into Rosie.   Oh dear the door wouldn’t open and worse, the two cab doors were also locked!!!!  All the windows were closed and still Rosie wouldn’t let us in👹👹👹.  Looking through the window we saw the keys in the middle of the table winking at us, naturally there were a few words, “why did you leave the keys inside ?”; I wonder who said that!!!!    Anyway after examining every possibility to get in, we decided to smash the quarter light window on the passenger door; “Christine’s side”, but being a left hooker, the door in the middle of the road.

Geoff having a mid life crisis!

So back in Rosie and noticed the catch on the motorhome door had dropped and hence it was locked; note to self, always take keys!!!   Now it was time to head to Cribbs Causeway to test drive the car.   By now time was getting short so had to head straight there to meet our “time slot”; back in the day potential buyers called the tune, but today, it appears that the dealership calls the tune!!!   We had 14.30 slot, we did try to alter it but couldn’t, the salesman didn’t have any other slots, unbelievable and still we were kept waiting!!   To add salt on everything, when I presented my licence, they couldn’t put me on their insurance, what?  They suggested I just test drove it in their car park; no chance.   Eventually they decided I could drive it on the road and what a good job I did.    This vehicle has a power output of 260 BHP but when I put my foot on the throttle I had want I can only describe as “turbo-lag” and it sounded like a “bag-of-spanners”, the salesman suggested I put it in sport mode, no change and I was not happy as this is not how a performance car should perform, in fact Jane’s diesel Mini went much better.     Eventually and after numerous derogatory comments by me, the salesman decided to look into the cars computer only to find, “surprise-surprise” the engine had shut down into safety mode as there was something wrong; I was vindicated🤭🤭.   Returning to the office and his assurances the car would be alright, we agreed I would return the next day, after it has been repaired to try it out,

Next we had to find an “Auto-screens” to sort out Rosie’s window and fortunately there was one around the corner, so headed straight there.   It turned out it was only a fitting service and therefore by appointment only as they don’t carry stock.  The guy was very apologetic but recommended I headed into Bristol and visit “National Windscreens” as they are a distribution centre as well as a fitting service, but they close at1700hrs, it was now 1615hrs and the SatNav said it would take 30mins in a car to get there!!!   Rosie “rose” to the challenge and we arrived with 10minutes to spare, phew!

They were extremely apologetic, but they didn’t have one of ours in stock and had to order it🥵🥵.  They made the Point that for us it would be more convenient to go to Weston S Mare, so that was where it as going to be delivered to and that “Pete” would ‘phone me when he could do it.  Oh well time to head back to our field for the evening.

Lovely and peaceful, even have electricity

Soon after our arrival the “Farmer” turned up, he had seen our email but wasn’t worried, and the reason we hadn’t seen him was due to him being at a show, showing his prize Welsh “black” sheep.     Anyway we got chatting and it transpired he had a milk round so we got some fresh milk and eggs.   He gave us his bank account details so we transferred 3-nights plus, milk and egg money.   He also told us to use the electric hook-up point as this was included in the price😁😁

Thursday 6th October

We were up at a reasonable time and had a quick breakfast as we had arranged to be at Jane’s this morning to lighten Rosie’s load.   We had brought “quite” a lot of “extras” in her, not least numerous bottles so it was good to take some weight out.   This morning I also telephoned “Pete” at National Windscreens to see what is happening.   To our surprise he had sourced a new window and he would fit it around 1500hrs this afternoon.  We also booked a hire car and we were collecting it for the weekend as we were due to spend the weekend with Andrew and Elton at Centre Parks, in Woburn woods, Bedford.   The good news the sun was shining!!!

We arrived at Hope Farm and we set about our chores.   I started the “emptying out” into the “smoke room”, and Christine headed to the two washing machines.   We broke the back of it before the ”residents” returned!!!

After a quick lunch we headed to National Windscreens for our new window, fortunately they weren’t busy and they started immediately.   I have to take my hat off to National Windscreens, the replacement was done in no-time and we paid and left.   If anyone wants replacement glass, I can’t recommend them highly enough.

Our next stop was Enterprise car hire, just round the corner and arriving in Rosie, we compromised their parking slots!!  Being about half an hour earlier than planned they booked us in and when I went to sign the agreement the cost was circa £100 more than originally quoted. Naturally I queried this and the guy said “ah!!! Yes, you are booked out at 1600hrs on the Monday but as you’ve are collecting it early, you have triggered another day’s hire”.   As you can imagine I was not a happy Chappy and we agreed to bring the return date back to equal the collection time.   What a cheek, for 35minutes they wanted a days hire and if I hadn’t of queried the cost, they would have got away with it👹👹👹. This of course was on top of the scandalous charges around these days.   Anyway they gave us a Fiesta and off we went, back to our field.

Friday 7th October

Our intention was to take Rosie to Hope farm early, as we are leaving her there for the weekend whilst we head off to Centre Parks in Woburn Woods, Bedfordshire to meet up with Andrew and Elton for the weekend.

We skipped breakfast and left our “cosy” campsite field for the last time as we had decided to look closer to Hope Farm.  We dropped Rosie off, jumped into our “gold plated” hire car and headed off to Bedfordshire.   

We eventually stopped at Tesco in Bicester for “brekky” but more importantly supplies for the four of us over the weekend.

small part of the park

Arriving at Center Parks around midday was fine but we weren’t allowed into the chalet ‘till 1500hrs so parked up and walked to one of their “social centres” to meet up with Andrew and Elton.   Though Friday is one of their changeover days, the place was heaving.   We were in the sports bar but this building also sported umpteen badminton courts, several squash courts, a roller skating section, kiddies play area, pool tables and upstairs’ several restaurants and above the, a hotel, no wonder the place was heaving!!!!    Of course this isn’t all, there is the aqua centre which is home to every imaginable water slide, rapids, wave machine and other scary water devices etc., to entertain everybody.   There is also a boating lake with a zip wire overhead and naturally a mini-golf putting course.

Soon after 1500hrs we got into our chalet and very nice it was.   There were 3-double bedrooms all, with en-suite and TV’s.   The open area living was quite spacious and the kitchen part was well stocked with appliances.  Our chalet also had a “private sauna” outside!

Once we were settled in time was marching on so it wasn’t long before Christine started dinner, after all we were all here for Elton and he eats early, so we did as well.

Whilst dinner was being prepared I was amused watching Andrew trying to build a wooden train set he had bought, and Elton helping!!!!   It didn’t get too far when dinner arrived at which point it was abandoned.

We had a quiet evening once Elton went to bed and looked forward to the next day.

Saturday 8th October

Christine was up at some ungodly hour  amusing Elton whilst Andrew went for a run and a session in the gym.   I on the other hand took the prudent route, I stayed in bed and watched the news!!!

feeding time!

After a leisurely breakfast Christine, Andrew and Elton set off to the aqua centre, I on the other hand stayed back at the ranch, firstly and most importantly there was the qualifying highlights for the Japanese Grand Prix and secondly I had been “charged” by Andrew to build his train set!!!

Firstly I decided to build it on the table as there was sufficient room for the train set and space for the three of us to eat.    I thought it would be straightforward, after all it was for 3-year olds but I soon realised why Andrew had given up; it took a lot of fathoming out.  I don’t know any 3-year old who could assemble this correctly so that it worked.   Eventually I not only had to read the instructions several times, I had to rely on the picture on the box to get an idea as to what the finished article looked like!!!    Anyway I completed the task set in time to watch the Qualifying, 

Elton loves the water

Once they returned from swimming, Elton and Andrew made a bee-line for the train set and yes it was a success; a good buy Andrew.   Once it was being used we soon discovered it’s short-comings and then set about “engineering” them out, which we did with the help of a cut up breakfast cereal box, worked a treat.

After lunch and “nap” for little one we headed back to the centre, tonight we were dining out in one of the restaurants.

Back in the chalet we chilled out, but Elton was fixated by his train set, he couldn’t leave it alone, it was a great success which of course had its draw backs; he didn’t want to go to bed!!!!! 

Sunday 9th October

Today was a repeat of yesterday in so far as Christine, Andrew and Elton headed to the pool whilst I stayed back.   The aquatic centre was a “route march” away from our chalet, then there was the up and down hills and my knee is bad, it is giving me so much “gip” I wasn’t interested in going, besides I have the Japanese Grand Prix highlights to watch!!!

On the route march

After lunch we all headed down to the lake, we were going to take a boat out.  Today the sun was shining and in the sun it was rather warm so a trip on the water sounded good.  Christine booked and paid for the boat and we waited for our allotted time with a glass of wine.   I should mention at this time; apart from the aquatic centre everything else one has to pay for which rather surprised us and theses charges weren’t nominal, no, they were somewhat higher than normal.  An example was 3-days bike hire was £60!!!!!

Lovely excursion though

Anyway before we could set foot into the boat we had to don life jackets which was rather strange as the depth was only about 3ft; children I understand, but grownups? we hit the water in this odd boat, a cross between a large pedalo and a boat driven, it was driven by an electric outboard motor, still Elton enjoyed it especially when Andrew was driving and tried to run over the swans and ducks, hooligan!!!!   The other end of the lake was the “Zip-wire”, a somewhat pathetic one but it entertained Elton when folk went wizzing overhead.

Two competent sailors who had crossed the Atlantic having to wear life jackets!

Another exhilarating evening chilling in the chalet watching tv followed by an early night, we leave tomorrow.

Oh dear! Fire

Minding our own business, fast asleep, when our door burst open and there was Andrew in the all-together telling us to wake-up, dress and get out as there was a fire in a neighbouring chalet.   Well you can imagine how quickly we were up and out!!!   Centre parks is set in a 300-acre woodland, with 625-wooden chalets nestling in amongst all the trees; a potential tinderbox, especially following the dry, hot summer.  Outside were 5-fire engines with blue lights flashing, load of fire fighters with several hoses pumping water into a burning inferno, two chalets away!!!!!  They were also dousing the local neighbouring chalets, naturally.  The three of us were dumbfounded we hadn’t heard any of this commotion and Andrew told us later the fireman had just entered our chalet, opened the door into Andrew’s room and said the immortal words, “get out of here”, hence his waking us as he was!!!

The fire was soon extinguished though damping down continued, but we were allowed to return, fortunately Elton slept right through this noise!!!   The fire engines left somewhere around 0400hrs.   This was a “free extra”!!!!

Monday10th October

Naturally the first thing on the agenda this morning was to view the fire damage from last night and to see how close it came to us.

Fire damage

The first thing to note was the speed Centre Parks people had cordoned off the area with large panels covered with camouflage and a member of staff telling people not to take pictures, I wonder why, but Christine managed!!!!

The fire brigade certainly did a good job.  One chalet was a total “write off” but the ones either side were only superficially damaged and the trees around were fine.

Quickest way to get around

After breakfast we cleared up and the train set returned to its box; I wonder if it will see the light-of-day again!  Once Andrew and Elton had left, the whirlwind stopped and the two of us sorted ourselves out and vacated the chalet at “our” leisure.   

We headed down to the car park but passing the burnt out wreck, there was a guard (Hitler)  stopping traffic and turning “rubberneckers” back; they did let us through as our chalet was virtually next door.   Our only appointment today was getting the hire car back by the 1536hr deadline!!!

The return journey was uneventful and we arrived back at Weston a couple of hours early so went around a few garages to look at cars before returning the car back to “Enterprise”.

Car returned with no issues and we were picked up by Jane who returned us to Hope Farm.   We jumped into Rosie and headed to a new, and a nearer certified caravan club site to Hope Farm.

Rosie all on her own, what a lovely place to stay

Arriving down a narrow, dead end lane, we wondered where we were heading, fortunately it was still daylight.  Driving through the farmyard we passed peacocks, ducks and other “unknown” species before approaching the farmhouse.  We spoke to “Mrs Farmer”, and once we had settled up we were pointed in the direction of the “site”.

Being a certified site, they are limited to 5-vehicles max., but today we are the only one here so had the pick of where to position Rosie.  We are in a long paddock secluded by trees and there is a “rhine” running alongside; we only booked for one night, I suspect we will stay here for the week.

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The final leg

SUNDAY 2nd October

An early start but first, as usual we serviced Rosie.

We set off heading for the “Tower of Hercules” but about 200-meters from our site, but the road was closed off.   Not knowing why, we spoke to a fellow sitting at a bus stop and enquired.   He informed us it was “marathon” day and the old town with the surrounding areas are closed off, and would be all morning.   Knowing this we aborted our trip to the Roman lighthouse; another reason to return in the future.   We headed towards Gijon and this route took us through tunnels, probably under the harbour and when we emerged, one side of the duel carriageway was also closed off, and then to our surprise the first, and fastest runners started streaming by; perhaps Mo Farrow was amongst them!!!

The tower we didn’t get to

Heading out of town we noticed a Repsol petrol station that actually sold LPG; at last.    Being a Sunday everywhere was quiet around this area, so the very nice forecourt attendant filled our gas and diesel tanks for us, he was most helpful.  We knew Spain still applied a fuel rebate but we were surprised there was also a rebate on LPG!!!

Once fuelled up we headed onto the A-6, stopping along the way for a coffee break, “no Soberano”!!!!!

To our disappointment we arrived at the coordinates we put in expecting to be near the docks.   Well we were well above sea-level and instead of “docks” we were at a Repsol “gas” terminal!!   Still we took the opportunity to have our lunch.

During our planning stage, I remember noting a place by the beach in Gijon, so set about looking for it on Google Earth and eventually I found it.   Having cleared lunch we headed for the site by the beach, found it and parked into a slot.   We were surprised how busy it was being October!!   Anyway, got sorted and headed for a walk on the beach and being a nice sunny day sat on the rocks for a bit.

A bit busy!

Though we were by the beach and opposite the port entrance, the historic part, Camavilla  was the other end of the bay, about half an hours walk and we had an appointment with Channel 4 again tonight, the Singapore Grand Prix so decided to add this to our list of things to do on our next visit.

Though we were parked up like “sardines in a tin” it was reasonably quiet and “free” plus it had the normal facilities.

Monday 3rd October

After a pleasant and peaceful night and after sorting “things” out, we emerged.  Being after 1000hrs we decided it was a sufficiently reasonable time to put our generator on to boil a kettle, so we did.   A couple of minutes before it boiled, there was a knock on the door and this “grumpy bloke” told me to switch it off as there were people still sleeping!!!   I said I would in two minutes but he said now or he threatened me with the police.   I played the age old card that I didn’t understand him which bought us enough time to complete the kettle’s boiling cycle so switched the generator off then.   He was our next door neighbour and though there were folk all milling about, we could see in his door, “not a pretty site”, his “other” half wandering about in her dressing gown.   So actually it was only his wife that was probably sleeping!!!    Anyway after breakfast the bakery van arrived so joined the queue and he was there too, we spoke, he was all right; must have been his wife that sent him out on a mission!!!

After servicing Rosie we headed out of town and started the last leg of our journey to Santander, a trip of about 2-hours.   There was no rush as Brittany Ferries had sent a couple of emails telling us the departure time had slipped; the last notification said 2315hrs departure so stopped en route and Christine cooked lunch using our brand new oven!   Though we stopped at a service ares, we were actually in a very nice one, a quite and  level spot with greenery, trees and mountains around us.

Back on route and soon diverted into Santander, filling up with cheap diesel as late as possible and of course claim our last rebate.

Being so early we half expected the entrance to Brittany Ferries to be closed, traditionally they open their booking kiosks about 3-hours before but with the inconvenience they caused everyone, I suspect they did the right thing, and open early.   Anyway as we arrived they were open but what we were surprised about was how many vehicles had already arrived.

We booked in, collected our cabin keys and then the Guardia Civil did their usual; entered Rosie looking for stow-aways!!!   None found so we drove up our lane and parked along with everyone else.   During this time we watched some tv, played crib, read and had our tea and about 5-hours later we were called, great excitement until it dawned on us we were only going through emigration!!!   About another hour later we were called again and by this time the docks were empty and we were the last few vehicles to get aboard, still we did and we’re on the truck deck; first vehicles off!!!

By the time we reached our grotty inside, not re-furnished cabin we only wanted to go to bed.

Tuesday 4th October

A very smooth “Bay of Biscay” crossing and being an inside cabin weren’t woken by light pouring through our porthole.     We’ve used Brittany Ferries on numerous occasions, been on nearly all their routes over the years and never had such a grotty cabin.   My last trip on Brittany, only a couple of weeks ago was an inside cabin but it was smartly decorated, had a tv and a simulated porthole giving amazing artificial light, it was so good it fooled me in the morning!!!   This cabin is in dire need of re-furbishment + a tv!!!   Christine thinks it was because we were very late “bookers’ on a very full ferry.

Anyway we found our way to the self-service restaurant and we were also disappointed there.   The breakfast was cold, they fooled you on the menu and charged for most things individually.    We “had” been told a couple of weeks ago that Brittany are struggling to crew up all their fleet, this May account for the poor breakfast but not the cabin.   I feel a letter coming on!!!

The boring day was again taken up with reading, video and crib but at least we were by the picture window in the lounge, near the bar to tease me; no alcohol as we will be driving later this evening.

The good news broadcast over the ships tannoy system was that the arrival time had been brought forward by an hour and half, the Captain had obviously “put his foot down”, naturally this meant a re-jig of mealtimes.   

The self service restaurant was the only place open, and bearing in mind our cold breakfast were determined to be at the restaurant door when they opened, and we were, but not quite first!!!    The plan worked and we enjoyed a hot and tasty meal; that’s better Brittany, more your old selves.

We eventually docked and though not first off this time, we were in the early “trance”, and border control had opened every booth so we were through in fairly short order and on our way.

For a number of reasons we couldn’t stop at Hope Farm for a few nights, therefore had pre-booked into a certified caravan club location just a short distance from the house we have arranged to view  tomorrow morning.    

lovely and peaceful

An hour and a half later and Christine was opening the gate and I was driving onto the field, our home for a few nights. 

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Our long awaited visit to A Coruna

Friday 30th September

Up and away early before breakfast, but stopped for the usual “empty the facilities” whilst we have the chance!! Then out of a rather quiet Valladolid, probably too early for the locals.

Autovia all the way and apart for a couple of “aborted” stops for gas, it was a reasonable run arriving at our motorhome pitch around 1400hrs.

Lunch was had before we checked in and wandered into the historic part of the town.  We did have a shock when we paid for our two nights though; €59 (including IVA), but we are in a marina car park in the heart of everything.

Ramparts

From our parking spot we can see the ramparts surrounding the old town so when we set off we “marched” straight up a steep hill interspersed with steps.   At the top we wandered around the quaint narrow streets but being a Friday afternoon, rather chilly and rain was threatening, there weren’t many people about, but still enjoyable.  

Lovely narrow streets

A Coruna is a small peninsula dominated by the historic centre with much of the original ramparts still visible but the narrow strip of land leading up to it has been completely built on and merges into the old town.    We eventually came across the main square dominated by the town hall, but again not the bustling place one normally finds in Spain.   Today the most active thing going on was the erection of a stage, council depositing dustbins and crash barriers being erected; tomorrow must be a “big” day in A Coruna.   Apart from a gentle stroll to get our bearings, we were also looking for a nice restaurant for tomorrow, being our last leisurely day before setting sail to our new life back in England.  This was quite difficult as all the restaurants were closed so had to make do with a couple of beers instead; tomorrow is another day.

I love these Squares, people watching

Returning, we couldn’t face walking up and over the big hill through the old town so elected to take the flat way, walking along the harbour and passing two marinas; though longer it was flat!!!

Back in Rosie we settled down to watch a film but half way through the ‘phone rang, it was a very excited Ashleigh, she had been to a graduate assessment centre for a very large international logistics company and out of a roomful of candidates, was offered a placement.   We also had a drink to celebrate.   Ashleigh suffered through her University years due to Covid, she didn’t get to enjoy the normal “life” associated with university and worse, her freshman’s year was spent at home!!!  Under these tough regulations she did well to achieve a law degree, well done Ashleigh, and good luck in your new career.

We resumed the film then hit the sack, tomorrow we’re going to look for the tomb of Sir John Moore and other things.

Saturday 1st October

No rush this morning, sightseeing and a nice lunch is our itinerary for today.

As I stated in an earlier post, I have wanted to come here for a number of yeas mainly due to my time at school.  I was always fond of history and had an interest in the time around the “Peninsular war” and also as a part of English, had to learn Charles Wolfe’s poem,  “The burial of Sir John Moore”; first verse:-  

Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, 

As his corse to the rampart we hurried, 

not a soldier discharged his farewell shot, 

o’er the grave where our hero we buried 

I could go on with the next 7-verses, but I won’t!!! So great excitement to visit his tomb.

Castellated de Santo Anton

Leaving Rosie we headed out to the “Castelo de Santo Anton”, the 16th century fort constructed to protect the harbour and part of a network of forts to defend the city and the region of Galicia.    This fort was declared a Historic-Ancient Monument in 1949 and since 1994 has been considered a site of Cultural Interest.   Additionally since 1968 it houses the Archaeological and Historical Museum of A Coruna and though there are many interesting artefacts stretching back to Roman times, all descriptions are in Spanish and in their own local language, “Galician”, so short of using Google translate at every artefact which would take months!!! We had to make educated guesses, which we did and enjoyed it.  One interesting commentary was the Spanish “take” on the Armada 1588 and no doubt taught in schools so I did a Google translate and their “take” on the outcome if anyone is interested is at the end of todays blog.

View from top

Like many other similar monuments there are the usual medieval lookouts and old cannons, manicured gardens etc., but from the top one had a wonderful view of the bay and harbour; these medieval chaps knew a thing or two!!!   The only issue for us was getting to the top.   We had to climb up this very narrow spiral stone staircase and what with our collective bone issues it was a challenge to get up however, getting back down was worse.   It was a good job it was quiet, we didn’t want to meet others either going up or coming down!!!!

inside looking at relics

Having done the fort it was time to head up the hill to the “Xardin de of San Carlos”, for me one of the reasons to be here was to see the tomb of General Sir John Moore which is in this park.   Having puffed our way up the hill, we found the gates were locked and chained👹👹 but there was an arrow pointing round the corner, but opposite was Bar, so a rather late mid-morning coffee was had.  

Refreshed we set off, following the arrow around the corner, nothing!!!  Round another corner we did find another entrance but no, the gates were also locked; what’s going on??  So I didn’t get to see his tomb🥵🥵🥵🥵.     Maybe the locals heard me “scoff” at their story about the Armada and had their own back by preventing me entering the aforementioned park 🤔🤔🤔.     Something to do when we return!!

back to the square

We then strolled through another part of the old town and arrived in the main square.  The good news; today it was vibrant with restaurants opening, so after studying several menus selected a very nice, classy one.   Being the first in I was a little anxious, it’s never nice to be the only diners, the mind wanders and you start wondering what’s wrong. We ordered a bottle and said we would order later, we just wanted to enjoy a drink first.  Our minds were soon put at rest as within twenty minutes the place was half full, so we ordered.   Now we had been recommended to eat fish in Corunna, being a fishing port the restaurants all serve good fresh fish and seafood.   Having made our choices of fishy starters and mains we were apologetically told everything we chose was un-available, they couldn’t get any from the fish market, so we had another go, but again, unavailable.   What they recommended was Merluza (hake) but that didn’t inspire us so we paid for our bottle of wine and took it with us as we left   They were very nice about it and couldn’t apologise enough about the lack of items on the menu.    Maybe they have a cash flow problem!!!

Out we went but decided to give up on the square and headed to the harbour front, bound to find somewhere there🤞🤞.    We walked the full length but nothing we fancied, after all we are in a fish port, we don’t want Italian, Asian, burgers etc., etc., we want fresh fish.  So kept wandering, this time away from the big square and the sea front and, looking up a narrow street “clocked” some tables so wandered up.  This was a small fish restaurant heaving with locals, nothing special to look at but we just had that feeling, so we sat down outside; inside was totally full.

Unlike the earlier restaurant with all the paraphernalia, white linen and smart waiting staff and chandeliers etc., this had paper table cloths on wobbly tables a scruffy looking waiter but the fresh fish in the window said it all.   We ordered another bottle of white, €7 cheaper and just as nice, and the good news everything on the menu was available!!!

We settled for a couple of moderate starters but then for the main course, we ordered a fish parrillada for two; Christine was a little reticent as her last 2-experiences with sharing a parrillada we’re not good, perhaps third time lucky.  

We had two pieces before I took photo, FAB-U-LOUS!

We hit the jackpot with the prawns in garlic, they weren’t the normal sized ones, no they were big ‘uns, and so fresh, yum yum.    Our parrillada soon followed and it looked good but once we got stuck-in, we both agreed it was excellent, very fresh and all the different fish cooked to perfection; yes third time lucky.   It just goes to show, it’s not about the surroundings, it’s about the food and yet again we’ve proved to ourselves that many restaurants in backstreets can be extremely good.

Concluding our meal a couple of hours later, we then headed back to Rosie.   We had an appointment with Channel 4; qualifying for the Singapore Grand Prix.

The other monument we wanted to visit was the “Tower of Hercules”, an ancient lighthouse constructed by the “Romans” about 2000-years ago, and today it is a UNESCO World Heritage Site.   The sea around this area is known as “Cape Finistere”, named by the Romans and meaning “end of the earth” in Latin.  Unfortunately time prevented us carrying out this mission today but will try and get there tomorrow as we head out. .

Tower of Hercules

We were a little surprised when we returned to Rosie;  we had parked in an fairly isolated spot but to our surprise others had parked around us, whatever next!!!   Having paid extortionate fees for this site, we both went and used their showers as well as their electric hook-up points.

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The Spanish view of the Armada

“SHIPWRECK OF THE “II INVENCIBLE ARMADA” 10-28-1596, FISTERRA (A CORUÑA) Invincible Armada is a term of English origin, referring to the Company of England of 1588 projected by the Spanish monarch Philip II to dethrone Elizabeth I of England during the Anglo-Spanish War of 1585-1604.  Felipe II ordered the formation of a fleet that he called “Great and Happy Armada” whose mission was to facilitate the transfer from Flanders to the Spanish Tercios, who would be in charge of invading the British island.  This invasion did not seek the annexation of the British Isles to the Spanish Empire but rather the expulsion of Elizabeth I from the English throne.  Directed by Alonso Pérez de Guzmán, 127 ships departed from Spain, of which 122 entered the English Channel.  The Spanish navy failed in its mission due to the bad state of the sea, the means and the cartography of the time.  However, the tradition, popularized by the Anglo-Saxon world, maintains that it was the English fleet that defeated the Spanish navy in combat, even annihilating it.  But today it is known that most of the shipwrecks were caused by the weather , and that three quarters of the ships ( 87 boats ) returned safely to Spanish ports .  In 1596, a total of 170 ships were preparing to set out for the British Isles with the intention of compensating for the failure suffered eight years earlier by the Spanish Armada.  The so – called Invincible Armada II , led by Martín Padilla , was off the coast of Fisterra in A Coruña , when on the night of October 28 to 29 , 1596 , a strong storm surprised them causing the sinking of around 30 boats and the disappearance of of approximately 1,700 people.  This episode , less known than that of the Invincible Armada , has gone down in history , however , as the largest shipwreck recorded on the entire coast of Galicia.”

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Valladolid

Wednesday 28th September 

This morning was the first morning we hadn’t had to rush to do jobs etc, we were “free”, so enjoyed our breakfast with nothing on our minds!!!!!

One very useful advantage of staying in a “free” municipal motorhome site are the services it provides, toilet emptying facilities and fresh water etc., so naturally we took advantage of them.

Our planned drive today is around four hours, heading to Valladolid north north-west of Madrid, somewhere we haven’t visited before, so should be good.

Our uneventful 4-hour trip actually took nearer 6-hrs, firstly we stopped to make use of the  municipal site facilities, then soon after starting it was coffee time and this was followed by a Diesel stop.  Also Waze/Google Sat Nav are for cars and best will in the world, we can’t achieve their speed; Rosie does her best but unfortunately it’s not good enough 😢😢 and our arrival time gets further away.   Madrid also contributed to our delay; driving the west side of Madrid the road spends much of its time in tunnels and of course the navigation system can’t hook onto any Satellite, we then missed our turnoff and ended up in Madrid!!!   Fortunately the traffic was light and we finally caught up with the right road.

Leaving Madrid we headed up into the sierra de Guadarrama mountains passing the tomb of General Franco high up, and tunnelled by hand well into the mountain.  This was his mausoleum but a few years ago his remains were moved elsewhere.   This route was very picturesque and a good old fashioned mountain pass with hairpin bends etc.   as we were descending we stopped for lunch also adding to our journey time.

Our home for the night

We eventually arrived at the municipal site in the heart of Valladolid and found a space.   It was a good job we weren’t much later as the place was already quite full but to our surprise we had to pay, 5 euros a night!!!!!

Dinner and a quiet evening followed, tomorrow we are off sight seeing.

Thursday 29th September

River Pisuerga

Woke up to a dull, and not so warm day but hey, never mind we’ll manage!!

Town Hall in magnificent square

Our first mission after breakfast is to find a branch of “Caixa Bank”, I have to complete the formalities, bloody Spanish bureaucracy;   All I want to do is close my current account, how hard can that be???    Tourist information were very helpful, they gave us directions to the nearest Caixa branch and a map with all the places of interest.

We found the bank with ease, and completed our mission, helped by a very nice man with no queuing!    I’m out of here now😀😀😀😀

Cathedral

After our mid morning coffee and yes you’ve guessed it, a Soberano accompanied by churros we set off and became a tourist and our first port of call, naturally the Cathedral.  What I didn’t know was that Valladolid was the capital of Spain, home to King Philip ll (this was the same king who married our (bloody) Mary 1) and his court and at that time this city didn’t have a cathedral so one was commissioned.  The plan was for the new building to be the largest in Europe as befitted a capital city.     Best laid plans and all that; sometime in the 1560’s King Philip moved his court to Madrid and that’s when it became the capital.   The upshot was the funds to build this enormous cathedral dried up and a much smaller one was built.   Having been inside it hasn’t got the usual splendid gold guilted “everything”, in fact by normal RC standards it’s rather sparse, and the construction was more Rudimentary than most we’ve seen, still it was very solid, it’s not going anywhere.   The plazas around were very decretive and sprouted many statutes etc.    At the rear of the cathedral was one of the university buildings, a magnificent building with an equally magnificent stairway.

Alter

The tourist information highlighted many different buildings to visit and they all looked very splendid but information was hard to come by, everything in Spanish, perhaps Valladolid isn’t on the British tourists routes!   Still it was a very nice place to wander around though being the end of September everywhere was quiet, even the main square, Plaza Mayor was empty, mind you the weather didn’t help!!!

The structure was amazing


Wandering around the historic part of the town we came across the statute of Miguel D Cervantes, the renowned early modern (1547 – 1616) Spanish writer best known for his novel “Don Quixote”

Eventually we headed into a restaurant just off the main square and settled on a nice bottle of “Vino Blanco” but time ran on and suddenly it was “menu del dia” time, so ordered another bottle and enjoyed, probably our last menu for some time😢😢.

University with magnificent staircase

Wandering back through the narrow streets and across the River Pisuerga the heavens opened so we sheltered in the entrance to a block of flats along with others until it eased.

Cathedral and Monestry

Back in Rosie, wet and cold so we had showers but unfortunately the water wasn’t hot; most probably something we’re not doing right, after all this has been the first time we had a shower in her!!!

The rest of the evening was taken up with family chats, after all, everything happened so quickly at the end they all needed “up-dating”

Tomorrow we head to A Coruna, the most Northernly and Westerly point of Spain

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Time to catch up!

End of August to 26th September

A lot has happened since the last published log.

Firstly after the debacle of the Germans sale falling apart, the house was immediately put back on the market and not long after we had an acceptable offer but knowing how precarious offers turning to sales can be, we kept it under the radar.    The potential buyers came whilst we were in U.K. as did the offer, so our paths never crossed; perhaps that was a good thing!!!!!

We took a positive step be taking Rosie back to U.K. full of unwanted winter clothes and other stuff, just in case we sold.   We had engaged the services of “Pinar Properties” , they not only sold this house to the Germans, they also sold our old house in Calle Acebo so we knew Kristian very well and he was very positive of a quick sale.

We had already started the box-packing due to our “first” sale but naturally as time went on we had broken into some of them, but on our return from U.K. it was all go, “again”!!  We  left Rosie at Hope Farm and flew back with a long list of “things to do”.   But nothing really got under way until we had the buyers 10% deposit in our bank account.    If they pulled out now, tough!   So it was all go.   We had to organise the removal company who could also store our goods until we found somewhere, sort out bank finance’s, mortgage etc., cancel contracts with electricity, security, phones etc., sell the car 🥵🥵 cancel our residency, in fact the list just goes on.   The hardest part was sorting the TOR1 procedure, this is most important to avoid paying VAT on everything you are taking to U.K.  Being out of the EU now, everything is treated as imported and subject to VAT irrespective of its country of origin.   Anyway at the eleventh hour, in fact the night before we loaded our chattels onto the lorry we got confirmation we had been successful in our application, so no VAT.

Whilst all this was happening our purchase fell through so back to the drawing board!!!

During this period we suddenly realised we would need “wheels”; our idea of flying back was never going to be a runner as we had things to do, and extras we needed after the furniture vehicle had gone, so a quick dash back to Blighty to collect her was called for.  It was relatively easy to get one flight ticket to Bristol, but the ferries back were another story.   Being early September there were many “snow-birds” heading south for the winter, in fact I was stuck in England for 5-days before there was a place on the ferry to Spain; naturally at premium prices to add salt into the womb.   Still mission accomplished and Rosie was returned.

When one is vacating and moving away there is always a rush to meet as many as possible to say good bye.   On Thursday, Helena and Roger invited us to dinner along with Monica and David which was very kind of them and they had also come up trumps if our “hour of need” had arisen with a bed, fortunately with the return of Rosie, this wasn’t needed.  Thank you for your kind offer Helena. 

On Friday as pre-arranged, two porters turned up to start moving boxes etc., and at the appointed hour the removal vehicle turned up.  We had also arranged for Femi to be there as an extra “pair” of hands.  At the outset we estimated 10 cu m, this soon became 20 cu m then 25 cu m but in the end we just booked 30 cu m and kept our fingers crossed.     Not only was estimating the volume an issue, customs paperwork was equally intense.   We had to item everything plus add the value and approximate weights; real hair pulling stuff!!!!!

Anyway by the end of play on Friday 23rd September the vehicle was loaded and we just squeezed into 30 cubic metres. “phew”. The removal crew were extremely impressed with Femi’s contribution, they couldn’t stop raving about him and each thanked him personally; how nice was that?   We were also impressed with the removal crew and they were a credit to their company, Ambrose Logistics International; so far, highly recommended.

It was very strange, the bar empty of all our memorabilia, no beds to sleep in, and by Saturday night, after Christine had worked her socks off, half the house, cleaned and shut down.    What a good decision to return Rosie to Spain as we had no choice but to sleep in her.   The car went Saturday, in the 61-yrs I’ve been driving, I have never not had a car🥵, so first job on our return, source a car.

Saturday evening was spent with Helena and Roger at Casa Arez, an excellent evening and what better way to have our “last supper” here in Spain with good friends and good food.

Sunday was also another gathering to “see the back of us”!!!!, Monica and David had a Sunday Brunch Party, very enjoyable and excellent scrambled eggs David 😁😁😁, thank you both.

Final sorting on Monday, clearing up the last bits and bobs when we realised we had to print some notes off for the new owners, printer packed!!!   Martin and Jackie next door came to the rescue but instead of popping in for a couple of minutes for the printing, we got stuck into the wine!!!   Several hours later we waddled home; last minute things will have to wait ‘till tomorrow😖😖😖😖

Tuesday 27th September 

Our original plan was to be out for haircuts with Paula at 0900hrs and have a “full English” to set us up for the day, then hit the road; well, the “best laid plans” and all that.   As we had been out partying , unexpectedly I add, we had to have a rethink but instead, Christine emerged from her “pit”, slightly “hung-over” I may add at 0600hrs to complete the final bits and bobs and last of all,  wash the kitchen floor.    When I emerged a couple of hours later, the work had been completed!!!!   I have to admit I was gob-smacked she hadn’t woken me to help, thank you very much Christine; still it was self inflicted!!!!    Still all packed, engine started, doors locked with keys inside waiting for buyers when it dawned on us, we were locked in with the electric gate closed, how do we get out????    This drinking game has to stop!!!   So round to Martin and Jackie to get their keys to unlock etc etc, but we still made our appointment for our hair cuts!!!

One mission we had to do after haircuts was to cancel the internet, mobile phone and land line contracts which we did with zero hassle other than they wanted the router back, so a return journey to home was necessary.  Go and see Jackie again to get keys. After handing the router, in its original box I hasten to add👍 we went to “Portobello” for our breakfast.  As we were leaving we got two calls; 1 from  Avatel wanting proof of who we were!, so back to there office to show passport and the second call was from Martin telling us we had left a hold-all outside the back door, so back home again!! Jackie thinks we don’t want to go!

At last we’re off and out of the village.   First stop to fill up with fuel followed by a quick visit to Mercadona, then onto Autocaravanas in Murcia to sort a minor gas issue we have.

Fuelling up no problem, Mercadona whisked in and out in no time and arrived in Murcia a little after midday.   Our issue was sorted immediately and this time we are off for real!!!!!

We only did a short stint today as there has been a tight lead up to this point so didn’t want to aggravate ourselves with long driving stints, so settled for Albacete as our destination, arriving a little after 1400hrs, in their municipal car park for overnight motorhomes.

One of the many knife shop windows

Once parked we headed to the centre of town, just over a mile away.

Albacete is the 7th largest town in Spain, rather a modern town with a major university, a big aviation industry and an air base where they train NATO pilots from many of the NATO countries including the U.K. and the USA.  Though we didn’t see many planes going around, we could certainly hear them!!!!

Pasadena de Lodares

The highlight of our stroll into the centre was the “Pasadena de Lodares” a historic and monumental commercial and residential gallery in the historic centre, well historic is interesting as it was designed by a Valencia’s Architect in 1925!!!!!   

Geoff is in there somewhere

Having arrived we decided there wasn’t much to see and of interest us so after some liquid refreshment headed back to Rosie but this time we walked through the “Parque Abelard Sanchez”; small but very pleasant to be in.  This park also houses the Albacete Museum.

Back at base we enjoyed a super meal and settled down to do nothing.    The only issue with staying on municipal sites is you are crammed in and unless you pull the blind’s across,  you are sitting in a goldfish bowl; still they are free!

Arnold, Ted and Squidgy came too.
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Very late, but better late than never!!!!!

Thursday 25th August to Saturday 27th

These few days were all about “house hunting” and during this period we finally agreed a sale for our home in Campoverde; fingers crossed this isn’t another false start but who knows, anything can happen and that’s why we have not gone out publishing this fact!!!    

Having travelled most of Somerset we are now dipping our toes into Devon and Dorset but our preferred area is South Petherton, a village midway between Hope Farm and the beaches on the south coast.

Still being school holidays, we also spent a lot of time with Mia and several evenings playing Marjon, not to mention the occasional babysitting.

Sunday 28th August

needles in the distance

A couple of weeks ago, once Trevor and Gill knew we were in the U.K., we were invited to Trevor’s 60th being held in Barton on Sea.    Having sold their home they are renting whilst looking which meant we would have to sort our own accommodation out; no problem, we have Rosie.    Barton on sea has a long seafront high up from the beach and between the road and the cliff there is a very wide stretch of grass and Trevor and Gill advised us that motorhomes often stop overnight on the road next to the grass verge.

Barton on sea

Christine and I did debate this but in the absence of a camping site nearby, well within walking distance, we made the decision to take the risk.    The other issue of course was, “will we find a spot”??

The party started at midday so an early start was called for, so the alarm went off at 0700hrs followed by a quick breakfast and we were on the way.   Being a bank holiday weekend we were conscious there may be rather a lot of traffic about but on the other hand we basically went “cross country” crossing all the main roads to and from the West Country.     En route we both decided this was a new place, neither of us having been to Barton on Sea before but to our surprise as we turned onto the sea font we realised we had been frequent visitors in the past when we had Sooty and Bella; we used to come here from Bournemouth to give the dogs a jolly good run and for us, get some good, clean, sea air.

As we drove onto the front with our eyes scanning for a parking place, we “clocked” a couple getting back into their car and better than that, their car was parked in an ideal space, right on the end of the allotted parking spaces before the double yellow lines started.   Bingo, they left and before anyone else had a chance, Rosie was parked.

Leaving extra time to get here and straight into a parking space we were early, still better to be early than late!!!!   Having parked up, on went the kettle and settled down into, fingers crossed, our overnight spot.   To add to our good fortune, when we put their address into Google, we were only 3-minutes away, it was round the corner; what a good result all round.

We arrived at the party at the appointed time only to find, apart from close family, we were the first to arrive, still this gave us uninterrupted time to catch-up with all the family news.

By early afternoon the party was in full swing; it turned out Trevor was only aware of family members being invited so was totally surprised when their friends from the London/Berkshire areas arrived.    Being his birthday he was relieved from bar-b-q duties, these were undertaken by Trevor’s son Edward, an Gill’s daughter’s boyfriend, and what a good job they did.   They cooked an assortment of meats etc., for about 25-guests “and” there was meats over at the end.

Full and replete, not to mention well oiled, out came this perfect party game for revellers, called Kubb.   This, dare I say “stupid game” was ideal as it involved 12-people and an umpire to keep an eye on anyone “cheating”.   The basics involved a number of 2” square pegs about 8-inches long, spread in two lines about 10-foot apart.  The two teams of six stand behind their line of pegs and armed with round sticks or a cut down broom handle into lengths of 6-inches, they each throw one to knock the square peg down.   I can assure everyone this was jolly difficult, but very hilarious both to play and watch.   Two “matches were played, between a team of the fairer sex and the men; the good news is, honours were equal.   Because of the level of “difficulty” or the “amount of alcohol”, these two games too the majority of the afternoon to complete.

Exhausted!!! We all sat and continued sitting around a rather large table discussing everything under the sun whilst watching it go down, occasionally heading to the table still laden with goodies.   Fortunately the weather was perfect for Trevor’s 60-party, sunny, but not the intense heat that blanketed England the previous weeks.

We eventually headed back to Rosie in the evening wondering what we would find, or not as the case maybe🤞🤞🤞.    As we turned the corner onto the sea front there she was, still in the same place.  First concern over; not towed away.   As we approached we checked each wheel; second concern over, no clamps.    The third concern won’t be resolved until the morning!!   We think Rosie thought she had been abandoned, as previously she has always been parked in a secure place🤭🤭🤭!!!   Now It was time for bed though I went to bed in trepidation.   Rosie, parked on the edge of the road which was sloping to one side; Christine would roll into the motorhome’s side, whilst I could fall out of bed, so extreme caution was called upon by me.

Monday 29th August

We awoke to a sunny morning in Barton on Sea, and no knock on the door during the night, what a result.   Last night there was talk of going for a swim this morning so after breakfast we quickly did a “recce” of the way down to the beach, never mind the sea temperature!!   There was quite a steep path down to the stony beach and with my bad knee, I didn’t fancy the walk backup the cliff path, so made the decision not to join the party, and besides the sea may not have been up to our pool temperature!!

Back in Rosie, this voice boomed out, you can’t park there, oh dear caught at last but looking out of the van, there was Gill, driving by, stopped, and did the shouting; thank goodness.    Later Trevor arrived far a coffee which rounded our weekend trip off nicely.

For our return journey I changed the route to one that was slightly longer but had less “B” roads as Christine doesn’t like twisty narrow lanes; I don’t know why, perhaps it’s because Rosie being a “left hooker” she is in the middle of the road.

Our run back was un-eventful and again, crossing all the main routes to and from the West Country, no hold-ups.

Arriving back to an empty Hope Farm as the Littlejohn’s were out for the day

Tuesday 30th August

Great excitement today as we have two viewings in South Petherton early afternoon and Jane is joining us.   To make things even better, both these viewings are for bungalows that need some TLC.

After Jane had done all her horse duties and with Christine’s help did a couple of change-overs we headed off. We left in sufficient time to visit the Brewers Arms in South Petherton for lunch before our viewings; again not disappointed with what we ordered but, “note to oneself”, one “light” lunch between two in future!!!!

Our first viewing as an interesting proposition, had nearly everything we were looking for including “hideous” colours on the walls but with potential.  The downside were the miserable owners, no help whatsoever, questions answered with grunts; maybe they don’t want to sell.

Our second viewing was next door and on paper, Christine’s first choice.   We naturally had some concerns with two places, next door to each other, and on the market at the same time.   Fortunately we had half an hour to spare and spoke to the lady doing her garden who lives opposite, to find out the ”low-down” and the “reasons”, if any why they are both for sale.    This extremely friendly lady, “Penny” gave us chapter and verse about nearly everything.   She has lived in South Petherton for a number of years but recently moved into her current abode and loves it; worries over.

Our second viewing, also very interesting as this place was like walking into a time-warp, good sized rooms, strange layout but nothing serious though the neighbour “Nelson” has not got the “tidiest” of Gardens, otherwise a good visit until we were informed there was already an offer on the table.

After a few hours deliberations we “bit” the bullet and put in an offer.   With the U.K. market as it is, offers have to be on or above the asking price which certainly goes against the grain!!!   So in it and we had to wait.

Back home, dinner, a quiet evening and bed whilst anticipating what the decision will be tomorrow.

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