Sunday, 17 June 2012

The soundtrack to my holiday was rain...

I've been looking forward to our two week holiday for weeks, at times it's been the only thing that's kept me going. Even though I am super fair skin that burns to-within-an-inch-of-its-life, I thought the power of the sun would rejuvenate and invigorate me. It was not to be. It rained all week in Dorset, then it rained solidly for a week in Brittany. Let me tell you, a caravan in pouring down rain can feel like a small place with six people in it, I can see why rats take to pacing.

This photo pretty much summarises the whole week. There was not one day I didn't wear my pink Joules hoody.  Thank god for Gortex rain coats, wellies and fleeces.

French Rainy Motorway
On the positive though, most of the clothes I packed I have simply put back in my wardrobe. There is absolutely no need to wash unworn clothes.  I feel a cold coming on....


  1. Oh dear, dear dear. Sounds like our holiday in rainy (but beautiful) Shropshire. I don't think I've ever worn a scarf in June before....

    1. I will never holiday anywhere north of the Loire again. Anytime I hear the words caravan, pain au chocolat, fun station or Tibshelf services I shudder.

  2. Sorry about your wet hols, H. I'm afraid you will just have to travel a little further south. Like we did - my bit brown isn't rust! I would like to recommend La Rondita - a gorgeous little two-bedroomed cottage just outside Arriondas 'twixt the Picos de Europa and the northern Spanish coast Sara and Bill are the lovely young couple who own it and live next door - very useful.


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