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Trippin’

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How do you plan the perfect road trip?

Thesedays WP I just do the one 600 mile round trip to Cornwall in the South West coast of the UK, whenever I can.

Having the car in good working order and getting Patch’s things together take priority. I have the all singing and dancing RAC cover so as not to worry about breaking down. It’s costly, but hey! It takes away any stress about that.

You have to think about the four seasons in one day, England has going on when you’re packing. I invariably get it wrong!

With the car packed off we go, with water and snacks up front for us both. Stops when His Nibs gets restless. Sometimes music, sometimes not. And that’s us.

I will be driving slower/taking longer to reach our Shepherd’s Hut, as petrol prices dictate that now…

It’s the little things

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What are 5 everyday things that bring you happiness?

Just feeling fit and healthy feels good and  something to be happy and grateful for. And that goes for Patch too!

The freedom to do as I please is an absolute thrill and delight, every day.

Simple pleasures of a lovely breakfast and coffee.

A walk with said dog, fresh air, exercise, light, and sometimes even sunshine out in the natural world.

I love putting food out for the birds and watching them come day to feed and bathe.

My world is small now. My life is peaceful and quiet. It’s just the way I like it.

Trains n boats n planes

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You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?

That would be in my car, WP.

Having said that, the price of petrol at the pumps is increasing by the day. So what to do?

But it’s the total freedom aspect that compels me to say my own wheels. Especially with old boy Patch to think about.

Cyclists, especially the skinny ones wearing lycre, are one of ( and there are a few) his bugbears. A nice old chap happily pedalling along the country lane? No problem. Lycre-incoming is a bit of an issue.

As are buses. He has actually got close enough to a stationary single decker once that found him gnawing at the front bumper ( much like he does with the hoover). Oops.

By rail wouldn’t work, either. He would hate it. I have had more than my fair share of train journeys to be fair, and I enjoyed most of them. But that was then.

We wouldn’t fly, obvs. Although I can clearly remember like it was yesterday, I was on a plane coming back from India with two street dogs ( Tony & Joe) in the hold. 21 years ago, wow.

Where did that time go?