Basil is marooned in a sea of mist like the Marie Celeste. Not at all what we had in mind when we came to the south of Italy. We had a peaceful night, save for an owl or two, on…

As we went to bed last night Sarah’s acute hearing detected that dreaded high pitch buzzing which means only one thing – mosquito. Sarah is, unfortunately, badly affected by by mossie bites. She already sports several inflamed scars from earlier…

Today was Matera day, but first we had to get there from our campsite. Driving Basil in the countryside in Italy is usually straightforward enough, save for the occasional lorry wandering over the centre line, leading to me cringing in…

As darkness arrived last night, gradually all the other motorhomes and cars left our free parking spot next to the sea and we were left alone. This was our first wildcamp where we were on our own – and we…