Those who came to visit......

This is Gizmo, our most loyal, feline friend, who visited several times a day for milk and was frequently seen leading tourists to our location at the harbour. Soggy tea bag holder became her milk saucer and the door mat was her bed.I have to say that I shed a tear when we departed and hope that she quickly found another sucker to love her.

Nancy has to be  the mother of almost every hound in Katelios. . Any dog with a brown and white coat, a white star on its head and sporting an ultra long tail, will probably be related. She was gentle and obedient and never ventured on to the doorstep. She just waited patiently for a treat, which always came, because we knew that she had yet another litter concealed further along the beach

Three little ducks from the pond are we ...with apologies to Gilbert and Sullivan. They waddled across to quack hello, until the day they caught the smell of fowl of another species cooking on the griddle, and were never seen again!!

A camping-car guard dog.His owners used to go down to surf the waves at Cap Breton and he barked until he was hoarse, that is, until we discovered that he liked to lick ice-cream from a cornet. Problem solved!

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Look into my eyes and love me.....so we did for 7 hours!! We had only stopped for lunch, when we saw her wriggle through the partially open window of a huge RV and tumble to the ground.Being concerned that she might scamper off and be run over, we two softies, or should that be soft touches, fed her stale bread and

milk,walked her on a make shift lead around the lake and generally dog sat until her owners returned.

The campsite at Fusina must have been the runway for swans returning from Venice, as we frequently saw them taking off and landing not far from our door.

I will not dwell on the sad tale of the four kittens, suffice to say that only this little chap survived. 

Aigues Mortes.......a cultural moment

Aigues Morts is an ancient town, on the flat coastal plain of the Camargue and as you can see from the this pic, it was constructed in a grid pattern. Two sides of the rectangle are almost a kilometre long and defensively, there is an uninterrupted view in all directions.
The Mediterranean Sea lies to the south and a canal to the north. Apart from the numerous narrow streets and alleyways, the town is famous for the sea- salt which is produced locally and exported around the world.

This was our view from Delfin.

Windmills of my mind....who sang that?

Entering through one of the huge gateways

The town square is bustling with life , restaurants, shade trees and a man playing a grand piano.

Little 'n Large !!

So there we were, in a completely empty car park, having stopped for elevenses, surrounded by the most spectacular mountain scenery. On went the kettle, out came the cake, yes we still had some left, after  all we were only a few days into the journey.
Out of Delfin we leapt ,stretching our legs and breathing in the cool mountain air, when out of nowhere came a mammoth of an articulated waggon ,which needless to say, ruined the silence and filled the atmosphere with noise and diesel fumes. Not only that but with all that space, he parked right next to us.
The whistling kettle called us back inside to make a brew. We muttered rude things about inconsiderate lorry drivers when suddenly our mini world went black as night. Another monster had planted itself on the other side of us!! Some kind of joke or what? We look like a motorhome sandwich.

Master Chef

What Deliah is to cakes, Gordon is to bad language and Jamie is to school diners, Sue is to the camping kitchen. When she is not hunched over the BBQ stove, she can be found delicately peeling grapes, rationing our British bacon, making sure the wine cooler is chilled and creating delicacies in the wok.
She travels nowhere without her trusty, multi-stained apron.
What a talent she is! Trained by the Good House Keeping Cookery Book, third edition circa 1973 and 101 Meals on a Shoestring For Students. We dine well in Delfin!

Some people have all the luck!

Some people have all the luck, or should that be muck! Yes I know what you are thinking "It's a dirty job but someone has to do it ".
Me, well I just say " Sh-- ! Is it time to empty the cassette again?"
What do you think of the snazzy blue gloves? Hygiene is a priority on the road otherwise I could be doing this even more often.
To this day, I don't know how , out of all the chores we share, I got landed with this one.

Snow at Cobwebs and almost April!

As a slight diversion for those of you who are viewing in warmer climes, take a look at the snow around the house. What you need to know is that on this day last year we had Spring temperatures of 20 degrees C which is approximately 68 in degrees F.There was no white Christmas but a white Easter is looking possible. Brrrr

This is for you Mags....even whirligig didn't escape.

That snow is over 12 inches deep on the table top. I stuck a ruler in to measure it. How sad is that? I suppose we don't normally expect to see the white stuff so deep in these parts and the reason that it's not piled up against the door is because it is inside the house...well it's not now but it was, because I never gave drifting a thought as I went out to feed the birds. Roll on Morocco and the sunshine!