The story So Far...
If you've not read Incontinent! Who us?, or followed my four year web diary saga, or you've just picked this book up at a car boot, or discovered it on kindle you've found on a bus, you'll have no idea what this is all about. so here's a quick recap.
One Sunday, in 2009, after downing two bottles of Lidl's finest Merlot with our Sunday roast, we got the idea of trundling around Europe in a caravan for two years. It sounded a cracking idea, even though we didn't own a caravan, had never been inside one and certainly never towed one, we were caravan virgins. Amazingly, the following morning we still thought it was a cracking idea. Since we didn't do the lottery, and we didn't have an aged rich relation about to pop their clogs, we realized we'd have to do it on a budget.
(He means on the cheap. Ed). No definitely mean on the cheap.
Now jump two years, it's 2011. Haze has just retired from 35 years of nursing and I've semi retired.... well basically I just stopped going in really. I'd bought a second hand caravan, hitched it to the car, rented out our home and set off. What we didn't know, as we pulled away from the kerb that fateful morning, this two year adventure was going to change our lives, and for good.
This book picks up where the first in this tetralogy left off.
(Posh word for a series of four books. He looked it up. Ed)
We've just left a northern Italian campsite where Haze saved the life of a Dutch camper who had a heart attack and I, far less impressively, embarrassed myself by putting on an impromptu dance display for two hundred Italians. Imagine David Brent and Wayne Sleep rolled into one...... got it? Good. Safe to say I'll not back.
This book chronicles our second year. These are selected highlights, basically the more interesting/amusing/informative bits, from my web diary.
As with the first book I should warn you this is purely my personal take on the world, and as before, while I've made every attempt to offend no one, I've failed.......... again.
If you've not read Incontinent! Who us?, or followed my four year web diary saga, or you've just picked this book up at a car boot, or discovered it on kindle you've found on a bus, you'll have no idea what this is all about. so here's a quick recap.
One Sunday, in 2009, after downing two bottles of Lidl's finest Merlot with our Sunday roast, we got the idea of trundling around Europe in a caravan for two years. It sounded a cracking idea, even though we didn't own a caravan, had never been inside one and certainly never towed one, we were caravan virgins. Amazingly, the following morning we still thought it was a cracking idea. Since we didn't do the lottery, and we didn't have an aged rich relation about to pop their clogs, we realized we'd have to do it on a budget.
(He means on the cheap. Ed). No definitely mean on the cheap.
Now jump two years, it's 2011. Haze has just retired from 35 years of nursing and I've semi retired.... well basically I just stopped going in really. I'd bought a second hand caravan, hitched it to the car, rented out our home and set off. What we didn't know, as we pulled away from the kerb that fateful morning, this two year adventure was going to change our lives, and for good.
This book picks up where the first in this tetralogy left off.
(Posh word for a series of four books. He looked it up. Ed)
We've just left a northern Italian campsite where Haze saved the life of a Dutch camper who had a heart attack and I, far less impressively, embarrassed myself by putting on an impromptu dance display for two hundred Italians. Imagine David Brent and Wayne Sleep rolled into one...... got it? Good. Safe to say I'll not back.
This book chronicles our second year. These are selected highlights, basically the more interesting/amusing/informative bits, from my web diary.
As with the first book I should warn you this is purely my personal take on the world, and as before, while I've made every attempt to offend no one, I've failed.......... again.
