The phone call came on a bitter February morning. My friend Colin, sounding utterly defeated, explained how he’d just discovered his motorhome’s entire water system had been destroyed by frost. “Everything’s burst,” he said. “The…
I’ll never forget the look on Geoff’s face when the police officer handed him the penalty notice. We were at a motorway service area near Birmingham, both heading home after a lovely week touring the…
The first time I used a factory fitted sat nav in our Autotrail Dakota motorhome, I ended up almost wedged in a very narrow street in Honfleur in France, with an audience of locals watching…
Last summer, my mate Dave rang me from a campsite next to Ullswater, absolutely beside himself. “I’ve forgotten the bloody levelling blocks again!” he groaned down the phone. There he was, parked on what could…