Basil’s large teutonic frame is feeling uncomfortable, he’s surrounded by Brits. We’ve barely seen any compatriots since leaving home, in fact before today we could have counted the British vans we’ve seen on the fingers of one hand. Basil, on…

Sarah and I experienced some Polish food last night at Hotel Eva, adjacent to our campsite. I had dumpings with meat and Sarah had dumplings with cabbage and mushrooms. It can be neatly described as “rib sticking”. These were not…

A few years ago, when I vaguely worked for a living, the firm I worked for organised a few Polish lessons for staff because we were having an increasing number of Polish clients. Not being a born linguist I cannot…

Today was a sightseeing day. However it had rained hard overnight and so my day started with helping to push a 4 ton Frenchman (well his motorhome) up a slippery grass slope. My good deed done for the day. We…