Well cold and damp, at least.  Last night was bitter considering it is April and this morning's dampness only consolidated the unpleasantness. So once again we didn't get up until gone 10, such a change from my wee hours insomniacal wanderings at home. When we did get up we were

Well Wednesday started badly, Brian's belt buckle disintegrated. Too much good living perhaps but it did mean a wander around Ormskirk's charity shops in search of a new one. Still we weren't doing much else on our trek from Southport to the next campsite at Maghull; the bitter winds and

41 years ago we looked into each other's eyes and said "I do". 41 years later, the eyes are much more blood-shot and surrounded by wrinkles but we're still looking into them. Mind you, will that still be the case after nearly 3 months together in the van? Celebration? Of

Welcome to this blog. Snatches of holiday reminiscences  when time and internet access allow. Well the Shanty Festival is over and we're sitting in Wetherspoons in Southport. You may spot a theme developing re Wetherspoons but cheap real ale, free internet and good,cheap fuel food are a powerful combination.