Robin Hood didn't show up, but a hill did, and it nearly made me breathe out of my ears. Then we saw a very important ruined church, although we had to spy on it from over the wall. Great plan.
aparcamiento (rural) 🅿️🌲
We explore Scarborough, nestled between bays, pedal dragons and tranquil tombstones. Then we walk along the cliffs to Boggle Hole, seeking views, history and a traffic-free place to sleep.
I crossed York from end to end looking for ham… and it turns out that York ham isn't from York. That said, I found a tower, a bridge, a wall, and a human with chicken. Not bad for a Thursday.
We slept poorly amidst doubts, crows, and upside-down heads. We drove through bumpy green tunnels to a wheat field at sunset. Playing with the ball, two guys arrived... and we ended up invited to a horse fair!
After five days of family pampering (and dodging my ninja-cousin-cat), it was time to get back on the road. What I didn't know was that the boat would be more boring than a Sunday without football.
We slept poorly but crossed half of Germany with stops and bad roads, and ended up in a quiet forest on the border of Holland. No cheese today, but with a walk and silence.
Today we had vineyards, German hugs, a sneaky tick, and a man who talked more than a parrot on espresso. But in the end, a quiet forest and paws in the air. A full-on kind of day.
We slept with a soundtrack of waterfalls, discovered a castle without tourists, ran among magical rocks and crossed into Germany with smuggled cheese. And all without losing our tails.
Between walls, French terraces and lakes with signs saying "do not touch anything", today was a Friday of explorers. And yes, the lion of Belfort didn't bark at me. Coward.
Hoy nos levantamos con sol, pasamos por pueblos con y sin encanto, subimos por un sendero histórico, y acabamos en un rincón escondido con vistas de postal.
Subimos el Charmant Som como dos cabras con prisa. Casi no llegamos antes del anochecer, pero hicimos cumbre, selfies y bajamos corriendo. ¡Día épico en la Chartreuse!
Visitamos el palacio más surrealista de Francia, hecho por un cartero con mucha imaginación y cero prisa. Acabamos empapados en un cementerio y refugiados junto a una iglesia en mitad de nada.