1. It’s not a small world after all When we arrive excitedly at our new digs, unpack the bags and kick off our shoes the first thing we do is firm up a list of the things we want to see and do, narrow it down to a solid short list and then within a…
Our exploration of a modest chunk of southern England – Wiltshire, Somerset, Dorset, Dover – revealed a long, long list of things to do. The selection of family-friendly destinations seemed endless, from the mega-touristy to the hidden gems. We loved Bath. We loved it so much the parental units dreamt of disappearing there for a…
If you at any point think we must be travel gurus to take this journey, allow me to let you down gently. The extent of my travel naivety knows no bounds and in telling you so (with an endless number of spectacular travel fails as proof) I hope to convince you there is no magic…
Paris is wonderful. Lisa and I spent a romantic week there in our pre-married, pre-kid life. Well, as romantic a time as can be had with one of us suffering an infected tooth. So why only a single day in one of the world’s great cities? When we planned the European leg of our trip,…
Disneyland Paris was AMAZING, WONDERFUL and BRILLIANT. End of blog. No, wait! Ok, more detail needed. Our blogs are heavy on personal travel stories and light on the sort of detail that might actually be useful in planning your own travel. This one promises to be different. So let’s go. Disneyland can send anyone into…
This blog needs to start with a description of our most up and down travel day we’ve had yet. Tears shed in the emotional farewell with our cousins in Zeist were blasted away by the ice cold wind of a pre-dawn skelter, dragging our four bags (and five day packs) across the largest car park…
In our determination to experience a white Christmas, our obliging Dutch family headed for the hills – literally. An extended caravan of cars (with our little Opel Astra whining at high revs out of sight at the rear) transported us from the lowlands of central Netherlands to the modest, wooded mountains of Olsberg and the…
On our second week in Europe, we excitedly drove from Germany, through Belgium to Zeist, a lovely town near Utrecht in central Netherlands and the warm, welcoming home of our cousins Erik and Sandra with their kids Robin, Femke and Stijn. With ten people in one house, the word of the next few weeks was…
Trier is the oldest city in Germany. It was the Roman ‘capital’ of the north, sitting in the ridiculously picturesque Mosel Valley (origin of moselle that was the sweet white cask wine of choice for many in the 1970s and seen wobbling precariously to the very top of my parent’s wine glasses). Trier is beautiful,…
The moment the kids walked outside for the day from air conditioned comfort into Bangkok’s heat and humidity (and mind you, this was in its ‘coolest’ month) they went from boisterous chatty creatures to an upright form of sloth – with all respect to sloths everywhere – barely able to put one foot in front…
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