There were only three of us staying at Camping Vasskert last night. There was a German campervan and a small tent with some relative youngsters, who we had overheard having difficulty with the campsite owner as they arrived because they…

It’s been 100 days since we crossed the English Channel and we have travelled 5,599.4 miles. Team Basil all woke up in the beautiful Romanian sunshine feeling hale and hearty. All, that is, except Basil, who had been looking in…

Basil woke this morning much relieved. The garlic seemed to have worked, there were no suspicious holes in his oil pipes. I was not quite so cheery. I had read, when I awoke, the entry from one of my favourite…

Basil is quivering in his rubber tyres at Vampire Camping (yes really), Bran, Transylvania! We’ve told him that vampires are not real, but he’s not having any of it. He keeps calling for Peter Cushing* and has asked me to…