
F is for France
We had entered the motorway nervously. We were still trying to remember to drive on the right hand side of … Continue reading F is for France
We had entered the motorway nervously. We were still trying to remember to drive on the right hand side of … Continue reading F is for France
I don’t honestly know who had the idea to drive from Sydney to Melbourne in the height of summer – … Continue reading E is for Echuca
It was our second day in Andalucía. We were coming to grips with driving on the wrong side of the … Continue reading R is for Ronda
My memories of Orleans are rather a blur. We had flown into Paris that morning. Even travelling business class, courtesy … Continue reading O is for Orleans
“Let’s go on an adventure,” said Wendy, as she greeted me at the airport in Geneva. And so the next … Continue reading N is for Nufenen Pass