Day 3: The Adelaide Hills Our tour of southern Australia continued. We left McLaren Vale on Sunday morning stopping for breakfast in an edgy looking converted barn. The bagels and coffee were as expected, delicious! At McLaren Vale we had …
Day 1: Adelaide and The McLaren Vale wine region We arrived from San Francisco after our 15 hour flight in the early morning, just as Sydney was beginning to stir. As we made our descent, the sun was a milky …
Cucuron is a delightful, southern Luberon village just a ten minute drive from Lourmarin. Surrounded by rolling vineyards & olive groves, beloved for its charm and central ‘bassin‘, Cucuron has become a favourite of movie makers. Throughout the village, several …
Moustiers-Sainte-Marie is a picturesque village, in the département Alpes-de-Haute-Provence, within the breathtaking Parc Naturel Régional du Verdon whose headquarters are in Moustiers-Sainte-Marie. It was our final stop on our exploration of Les Gorges du Verdon. Like Tourtour, Moustiers-Sainte-Marie is also one …
I’m embarrassed to admit, that for all the time we’ve spent in Provence we had never been to Les Gorges du Verdon. And it’s not far from Lourmarin, only about an hour and a half, in the hills of the …
Seeing wonder and excitement through the eyes of a child is truly magical, especially when their joy is about something you love too. Happy, giggling voices, looking at the world as you do but a little differently too. This is …
I’m finally writing my blog again! Thank you for being so patient, I know I’ve not written anything for months but life has been really hectic, and I’ve been somewhat pre-occupied with some big life events. Firstly we’ve been busy …
I have strolled through the beautiful Carmel Mission many times but when I visited it recently I felt as if I’d stepped through a portal and arrived in Europe. Maybe the sense of familiarity and the past was so profound …
‘Home is where the heart is’, or so the expression goes. My heart is somewhat fragmented, with those I love and the places I own spread across two continents. When I’m in one place, I think of the other. I’m …
We have driven through France, north to south and back, (about 1000km each way), more times than I can remember. As children, both our families took holidays driving through France, often headed for Spain. Slightly crammed between siblings, before cars …
