The moving house

One or two shots of the house that moved. Neat piece of machinery that served us well. Love this part of the holiday. 3 Weeks of moving from here to there at will. Rain no problem place in first gear, off with the hand brake and move to the sunny side. Martyn cooked water for the tea but that's about it. The rest of the culinary delights were cooked by yours truly. A meal out one day and the rest we sampled the local delights in our own little kitchen. The best, well clearly the winner was the delightfully fluffy gnocchi we bought in Italy and cooked with a yummy pesto we bought in Lucca. Don't ask it was just somewhere. There wasn't piles of room to kick back inside but our little van was just fine for us even if we both had to be very patient with the squishy bed and bathroom. There was just the
two of us no telly, no diversions so we talked and played cards and rummycub. The only thing we did fight with was the GPS. Self rightous piece of technology I wanted to throw out the window at times.