“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.” ― Ernest Hemingway
There are five of us in our gang.
We range in age from seven year old superhero inventor Oscar to oldest-by-seven-months Richard, the father of the posse and the glue that holds us all together.
In the middle of the pack, by age at least, is 35-year-old Florrie.
Unlike the rest of us she has wheels for legs and wipers for eyelids. A 1979 Devon Moonraker VW campervan, with all the Bond girl connotations that throws up, Florrie is temperamental, neurotic and in need of some work.
It was always Richard's dream to have a vintage campervan. As his partner of 21 years I should be grateful that his middle age crisis hasn't seen him disappear over the horizon on a Harley...instead he's fallen for a rundown lump of a lass with her best years behind her. (And Florrie...)
This summer we are heading off on our biggest adventure in Florrie so far. This blog details our journey from our home in the north west Midlands in England to points across Europe, hopefully taking us from the port of Calais to the Venetian coast via France, the Swiss Alps, the Italian Lakes and Venice, and back through Austria and the Black Forest before a mad dash home in time for the start of the new school term.
Why not come along for the ride?
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