“There you are my loves. That’s right now. Sorry about that my loves.” That’s pretty much how our day started, with those lovely, friendly words from the lady who came to our assistance at the ASDA self-checkout, when the machine decided it didn’t want to accept that we didn’t want a plastic bag, thank you... Continue Reading →

No, the title of today’s post isn’t because one of us is ailing in any way, rather it is yet another reference to a TV location! On another grey, rainy day and with that wind still howling fiercely, we set off across Cornwall to visit Port Isaac, the little fishing village where the TV series... Continue Reading →

There’s something about our presence in a place, and the Met Office issuing extreme weather warnings. It seems to happen with abnormal frequency! We’ve become accustomed to that red banner and the little yellow exclamation mark icon that says WEATHER WARNING!!! We had it many times when we were on the bikes and now here... Continue Reading →

One final trip into Dartmouth town before leaving for the next leg of this “freewheelin’” journey that has no real plan other than to follow the plan we set on the bikes…go where the road takes us. The final visit to Dartmouth gave me a final warm glow, because of the wonderful people we continue... Continue Reading →

Carol, our friendly and very familiar BBC weather presenter told us we were in for “heavy rain” today. Hmmm, what to do. Of course! Let’s go for a ride! Riding and the rain are such a regular combo for us, we might as well get out there in it. We headed off for the Dartmoor... Continue Reading →

"Did he get published??!!" were the words that preceded Steve's appearance, when he all but fell through the bathroom door, in his frantic effort to seek an answer to this question. Did what get published? By whom? you may well wonder. We are speaking of none other than John Boy Walton! As Steve went to... Continue Reading →

Audrey to Richard: To think that Grantleigh is in the hands of a man who has no interest in farming, doesn't go to church and now, it turns out, hasn't even heard of Winnie-The-Pooh. You think A.A. Milne is a motoring organisation, I suppose. That was just another opportunity to use my pointless super power... Continue Reading →

On we go, into a grey and drizzly day, but that was fine by me. We called into good ol’ Sainsbury’s to pick up some travel supplies and that’s where I saw another fine example of the small, special little things, that we don’t have at home, but I think are wonderful. In this case,... Continue Reading →

What a spectacular morning - crisp, clear, crisp, blue sky, crisp, did I mention CRISP!? Another very cold one, but gorgeous. After seeing Wickham in the dark yesterday, we took off to see this little village in daylight and for Steve to do some shimmying up the family tree, well not quite, but almost. We’re... Continue Reading →