Wednesday, 21 October 2015

Road Trip! Europe 2015

When we accepted a six week housesit in Umbria, Italy we decided to make more of an adventure of it and drive there. Approx 1800 kms.  We set off from London very early on the morning of my 50th birthday.  With all the trouble surrounding Dover with the traffic delays due to the "great migration" we decided to play it safe and left ourselves a large margin of error.  We encountered no holdups.  Good start. And so began my all expenses paid birthday cruise!  Dover to Dunkirk. Well, I was excited anyway having never been to Europe before.  James had never been to Italy so we were both on new adventures.

Countries we crossed:
France, Belgium, Germany, Austria, Switzerland, Italy, Holland (for about half an hour ...... I needed to buy some Dutch licorice)

Trip highlights:
On the first evening  we stayed in Belgium right on the French border and drove into France for a dinner of Mussels and Frites (mussels and fries - a national dish in Belgium) for dinner.  Fortunately James speaks fluent French.  Me ..... not so much.  After sitting down with our meal, James went in search of cutlery.  He came back to the table to discover me trying to squeeze what I thought was lemon juice out of a small foil pouch onto the mussels.  Turned out it was a hand wipe! Well .... it had a picture of a lemon on it!  The mussels were smaller and sweeter than the ones we typically have in NZ.


Happy Birthday to me

We drove through A LOT of tunnels, choosing to take the Fussen tunnel  from Germany to Austria on the way there and coming back over the Brenner Pass.


The Tyrol of northern Italy is absolutely stunning:  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_Tyrol  So enjoyed the drive down through this area.  We stayed on an apple orchard and ate pizza and gelatto like little pigs.

On the way back, I miss-navigated slightly and we ended up going over the prettiest of passes in Austria (although the driver did not appreciate the road so much) which still had snow from the year before, bearing in mind we where there at the end of summer!




Some things to know about driving across Europe:
  • We downloaded a Satellite map of all the countries we would be travelling.  This way you don't need an internet connection for navigation.
  • They try to tell you on the ferry that you need all this stuff like .... GB stickers, stickers to change the direction of your headlights, breathalysers (for France only), hazard triangles and fluro-vest.  So ... stay clear of France if you can (and particularly if you are British!) and take the rest with a grain of salt.  It really is a smart marketing ploy by someone.
  • They drive on the wrong side of the road!  Roundabouts are an interesting head-game till you climatise.  It really is great to have someone to remind you to stay on the RIGHT side of the road.  And to share the driving.  Similar to the concentration levels of rubbing your tummy whilst patting your head hour on end.
  • All of the countries have slightly different road rules and speed limits.  Mostly signposted but a good map will also give you more detail about things like whether you are required to have your headlights on during the day etc
  • Most of the motorways are toll roads.  You can pay by card or cash at the booths.  For Austria and Switzerland you pre-purchase a vignette which has a time limit.  When you get to Italy, there really is a difference in the quality of the pay roads.  We decided you don't get to see enough of the country on the motorways though so kept to the back roads.  Takes longer but much more scenic.
  • There are very few rest stops or petrol stations on the side of the road in Belgium.
  • German roads are the best .... possibly in the world.  Germans drive faster than everyone else put together, frighteningly so.  Mind you, the roads support higher speed limits.  Although there is no speed limit on German motorways, they are starting to introduce limited speed zones.  They also have frequent rest stops with restrooms along the way.
  • Cafes in Austria are really pubs in disguise where they drink beer and play cards at 10am.  Alcohol is extraordinarily cheap at the supermarket.  Austria has the cheapest fuel.
  • Italian drivers are the craziest so far encountered.  There is no such thing as a road rule, a speed limit, or a parking space.  The world is a parking space.  Oh, and it is perfectly acceptable to pass on a blind corner, even if you are driving a lorry.  Law of averages it would seem. 
  • NB do not attempt to drive a car around the ancient city of Assisi. Those roads are made for walking.
  • We came upon many traffic jams ...  fortunately always OTHER side of the road.  The longest one was 9 miles (according to the Radio station) on the outskirts of Stuttgart!

As an aside: If you really want to understand a culture .... visit a supermarket! In France and Belgium there are rows and rows of semi dried sausages and meats.  In Italy there are isle upon isle of pasta of all shapes and sizes and stages of dehydration, oh, and cheese.

Gourds on the roadside in Germany
Random castle
Choggia, south of Venice

Parked in the square in Assisi


Saturday, 19 September 2015

Wiltshire Way - August 2015

We have yet to meet home/pet owners whom we haven't got on with.  We figure this is because people who go away and would rather have strangers take care of their animals than leave them in a kennels or cattery are probably a lot like us.  Iveta and Chris and their gorgeous three girls were no exception.  We had skyped a few times with Iveta as she and Chris were a bit worried about leaving their baby - Bessie the big Black Russian Terrier https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Russian_Terrier
 - for the first time with strangers.  We hadn't heard of the breed before - thank you google, you're the bomb! - but after a bit of research could tell we would love her.  Who could not, apart from the postman, courier drivers and anyone else who might randomly knock at the door ........ butter wouldn't melt!


Along with Bessie, we were under the care of Astrid and Swinda, the kitties who left field mice on the floor every morning we were there ... in varying stages of eateness (?!) and then slept all day as any self respecting cat does.  There were also six or so chickens which were great egg providers.

Swinda stalking prey in the garden ...
with a little help from her friend
Spot Astrid doing what cats do best ... daytime nap

The house is in a wee village called Rushall in Wiltshire.  A stones throw away are Stonehenge and the White Horses of Wilthshire http://wiltshirewhitehorses.org.uk/.  We visited Avebury Stone Circle as it is a bit less touristy than Stonehenge and a little more dog


Most days we ran Bessie on the Salisbury plains where the army do their weekly manoeuvres.  We also found a great walk along a canal with a rather convenient pub at the end of it.  Bessie was such a joy to walk and drew a lot of attention from passers-by.  She was well behaved and responsive to command that, even though she is supposed to be some kind of scary guard dog breed, she was delightful with everyone.  Such is the pleasure of a well trained (big) dog.

Canal walk


Salisbury Plains

Avebury Stone Circle

Grooming Bessie - such a good girl
(she ended up with a Top Knot that day)

Chilling with the kids





Monday, 24 August 2015

A girl's best friends .... chocolate and gold - Somerset & Surrey Jul/Aug 2015

And so it came to pass, with heavy hearts, we left the farm and the German Shepherds behind.  It is amazing how attached we get to our charges!  However, as it was a few days until our next commitment, we excitedly set out to do some fishing on the south coast.  We arrived in Christchurch (UK not NZ) just after midday and headed for the wharf.  Not till we arrived did we remember it was summer holidays and the fishing spot had been overtaken by Dads, Mums and kids catching crabs.  Apparently it's something you do here??? Ah well, time to relax and wait for them to leave.  And they did as expected, around dinner time.  We settled in to do a spot of night fishing. James says that's when you are most likely to catch the elusive sea bass we were after.  I set out to prove yet again that I am a woman of many talents ...........

Extreme knitting


Then I thought I better help

Yes!  1.30 in the morning and the strike was on.  Nearly lost the rod as it took off and got caught on the railing.  But luck was in and James soon became a very happy boy indeed. A healthy 5lb beauty.

The real thing!

Mmmm, breakfast bass
 
We spent the next day and night around Portland (not Oregon) Bill.  Spectacular views but man, the weather was wild.  Chesil Beach is something of a phenomena.  Unfortunately it was way too windy to fish from this time. I am sure we will return in future.
 
UK summer! Yeah right - Portland
We arrived in Hinton St George to somewhat of a surprise.  We had not seen any pictures of the house.  We were just arriving for a short stint to look after Jura the golden lab. Turns out the property once belonged to the Poulett family http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earl_Poulett and has been sold off as private lots since the 1960s as the surviving male heir had no-one to bequeath it to.  Our gorgeous corner of the estate (albeit a large one) is aptly name The Turret House and owned by Marguerite who, it turns out, knows someone in Whakatane and has been there to visit.  How many degrees of separation?!?!?!
 

The grand entrance to the property
 
Jura was very easy care and we enjoyed exploring the local neighbourhood with her.  Hinton St George is a small and very pretty village with the local store being owned by the villagers themselves and staffed by volunteers.  A great concept. The 'apartment' itself was so luxurious we rather felt like we were staying in some fancy accommodation we must have paid a fortune for! Talk about feeling like you're on constant holiday.  Before leaving for our next sit it was necessary to call in at the local for a plate of Faggots, peas and mash ...... delicious!
 

 
Straight onto Alfold  near Cranleigh in Surrey for another short sit.  Cranleigh is the largest village in Surrey and very well to do.  Look what we found there ....
 
It is actually St James's Place but thought it
prudent to leave that bit out ;-)
 
The house is just down the road from the airfield where they (used to) film Top Gear.  It is a beautiful 16th Century grade II listed cottage with extremely low studs.  By the time we left here, James had the scars on the top of his head to prove it.  We spent a lovely evening with Denise and partner sharing a yummy meal together ...... and a few drinks in the back garden.
 
 
 

 
Twiggy (not exactly the same shape as her namesake) the choc lab enjoyed walking us in the nearby woods.  There were a lot of really beautiful butterflies around.  We even stopped to talk to a guy whose brother is a lepidopterist (!) who said there were definitely more varieties around this year.  Oh, the things you learn whilst simply out walking with the dog.
 

 
Patience being a virtue

James the Conqueror

Lighthouse at Portland Bill

Giant meat pasty bought at the local co-op Hinton St George

Jura speaks Welsh .... Dog Food

Beautiful village house H St G

Cheeky monkey

Chilling in the garden

Doesn't always pay to be a tall bugger!

Ouch ouch and ouch again and again
Some people just don't learn