Blog chatting the other morning to Derrick over at Derrickjknight.com he commented on our travelling lifestyle. My reply of it being like ‘Backpacking for old farts’ sent my mind reeling. Our diesel heater had decided to stop working after belching out pungent fumes. It was about 6 degrees outside and although we had the electric heater on I was shivering, we were in a town that few have heard of and we only roughly knew where we were headed for the day. My reeling mind spun back to a much younger self humping a heavy canvas backpack down a deserted road hoping for a lift to a chalet and yes it was winter, the mountains were snow capped and our feet blistered. Did we get a lift? Miraculously yes, but we decided on flying for the return journey. Always have had champagne tastes on a beer income and a yearning for travel.
Thanks for following the blog but Woody and I will be taking a short break. We’ll see you again in a few weeks on the other side of the hill, across the river or over the border…if the diesel heater stops belching.