Taking it easy

When we started motorhoming in 1991 we never went to the same place twice, at least unless by mistake, as we managed to do once in Germany! My late parents rarely showed any interest in anywhere but F

We’d passed through the Grand Duchy of Luxembourg, to give it its full title, many times en route to other destinations and always said that we should have another break in this beautiful country (we’

Funny how things go. Our campervan neighbour at Wales’ Green Man Festival in mid-August came up with the chance recommendation that saw us at Les Machines de l'Île, in Nantes. This was a late, must-se

We love exploring new countries in our ’van, but are creatures of habit where winter is concerned, heading straight for Spain. We love walking, and its southern mountains are perfect for (mostly) care

“Early last year I was reading about long-stay vacations in Spain over Christmas and New Year. “Why not?” I thought. My wife and I had spent Christmas the previous year at home in Cornwall and we both

From the Apennine Mountains to ‘the end of the land’ at Cape Finisterre, Louis D Hall and his horse Sasha trekked untrodden partisan paths across four mountain ranges. Guided by strangers and nature’s clues, it was fulfilment of a childhood dream inspired by Don Quixote . Here, the author shares two extracts that give a glimpse into this wilder way of life