Author: Kelvin Collins

The scent of home is lupin and bluebell. Huge drifts of bush lupin surround the caravan. The thicket field is deep covered in bluebell. Heading home. A night in the disused station car park at Roscoff (romantic).  Roscoff in the sunshine.  Next thing we’re entering the gates of Hades again as we board the sixth ferry […]

Last week I posted a short blog. Today it’s a bumper version. It’s varied – I hope you enjoy it. The Alps.  There’s a motorway from Turin through the Alps, including an extremely long tunnel. It’ll set you down near Briançon.  The tunnel is pricey at €70 in a van.  It wasn’t the cost that […]

There are days when there’s no need to move on and the temptation to stay pulls strong.  We have a ferry in four days.  We could cover the distance in a morning.  Or we could see more and be out of the (Taormina) tourist trap. Out before it fills on Saturday morning.  We opt to […]

Caltagirone. Inland, the hill town of Caltagirone is a hotbed of ceramic talent.  The churches are topped with ceramic tiled domes. Every pillar, bollard and practically every wall has tiled decorations. Street planters are huge prettily painted pots. And while we’ve seen ceramics everywhere on the island, here the extravagance, colour and detail pushes the […]

Indulge me for a moment please. A quick excited paragraph that’ll mean nothing to those who don’t write: I often take notes, and write more personal thoughts on a little phone app that had no functionality whatsoever. It was what made the app attractive. You couldn’t send it anywhere, you couldn’t publish, you couldn’t copy, […]

La Mimosa. I enjoy pulling the blog together, it gives me a chance to review the past week. Often we marvel that the times I recount took place so recently. Last evening as I finished the post I was knackered. More tired than I can remember. We’d done a hard stank in hot sunshine and […]