Category Archives: Ripping Red

Like a broken record, I must report that for yet another day we awoke to the sun streaming through the narrow gaps in the drapery, as the alarm sounded its relentless commotion at 10:00AM. Despite the moderately late uprising, we … Continue reading →

I am going to keep it short and sweet today, not only because our day was generally bereft of noteworthy accomplishments, but it is also getting late enough here that rest is stalwartly beckoning me with scratchy red eyes and … Continue reading →

I got up late last night, to take a nocturnal wander to find a tree, only to get a fright. As I stepped out of the van, I thought for sure that the couple of whizz bangers* who had decided … Continue reading →

The sounding of the alarm this morning heralded another day, sitting high up in ‘The Beast’, motoring along on the road. Moving on again, we hurriedly packed up in the early morning cold, before making our way down the dirt … Continue reading →

When we checked in to the caravan park yesterday we were told kindly, but in no indeterminate manner that there were particular guidelines we had to follow with the dogs, especially with regard to minimising noise. It was therefore extremely … Continue reading →