Now just in case you've read none of my previous books or read this web diary, this is now it all started back in 2011


    Ask the next ten people you meet how they'd spend their lottery winnings and I'll bet once they'd ticked off buying a new washing machine, which according to Camelot is the first thing winners actually do buy, then a house an a car, travel will be next on their list. Most see travel as a combination of several adjectives: exciting, romantic, mystical, educational, relaxing, and adventurous

(That's just six. Ed). Shush!

For proof, if proof were needed, the excitement of travel starts the minute we pack our diarrhoea tablets and head off on our annual summer vacation.

    Two years ago my wife and I, in response to a mid life crisis which surprisingly didn't come anywhere near our 35th birthdays and her pending retirement from nursing, discussed our options. The conversation quickly centred on travel and adventure. However since we didn't buy lottery tickets we could rule out Camelot as a sponsor. So we looked for other ways a possible adventure could be financed. It quickly became apparent that if we wanted to see the World we'd better start picking numbers. However..... if we could make do with the fifty countries in Europe, and yes there really are that many, and a caravan, then maybe there was a way. After a few scribbled calculations I came up with some figures which suggested it could be done on the cheap!

    (He means on a Budget. Ed)

    No... .. I definitely mean cheap.

    Well that's how it started and this book its how it all ended. It contains a collection of the more interesting entries from my forth years diary taken from my blog which catalogued our daily travels around Europe in a caravan. I should point out......

    (Warn might be a better word. Ed)

    .. it wasn’t until I finished the first book did I realise it was as much about my ongoing struggle in making sense of the World, as it was about the joys of caravanning around Europe.

    In it I stuck my neck out and tackled many of today’s burning questions. For example; What's the meaning of life? Which, as it turns out, isn't such a tough question after all. Just depends how to come at it. Also, where did we all come from? I offer the three most likely explanations for you to choose from. I dissemble each to find the answer. I tackled death; is it really the end or just natures way of telling us to take it a bit easier? And of course that old perennial, why do women need so many clothes? But it’s not all tosh! I also throw light on some of the cultural differences between us and our European neighbours. I discovered why the Euro never became the hot currency many thought it would be back in the 70’s. In discussion with a bar owner in Luxembourg I discover what Europeans really think of us British. I also take the lid off European toilet etiquette. -there's a book just waiting to be written- All that and much much more set against a backdrop of bumming aimlessly around Europe in a caravan.


    For those interested in the practicalities of our adventure you'll find all four books full of adventurous advice, handy hints and top tips especially for the novice. We’d not owned a caravan when we started out, so the pitfalls were many and the learning curve steep and at times expensive.

On our journey we'd no idea who we'd meet, where we'd end up, where we were actually going nor what we'd do when we got there, but to be honest, who gives a bugger! I know I don't. Like most I plan my life, or at least that part of it I can actually plan, to a staggering degree. And yet, would I do tomorrow what I’d planned if I discovered it was going to be my last? Of course not, I’d be too busy panicking.

    And finally, while it's safe to say I've made every attempt to offend nobody in any of my books, I failed miserably. In fact, who I’ve manage to offend over the last four years makes for an impressive list. But I take comfort from the fact that all the people I have met through my web diary and my pervious books have all been jolly nice people. Nobody has wanted to punch me on the nose.