Liz Kessler's Blog, page 3

The 'wild' west (of Spain)

Well I'm pleased to say we escaped the caterpillars. The ones on that site, anyway. They'll be pretty much everywhere where there are pine trees around here at the moment. So our number one criteria in picking campsites for now is - no pine trees!

We had a fab week of 'wild camping' in Estepona. Wild camping is where you just park up somewhere, as opposed to staying on an offical campsite. If I'm honest, it wasn't really all that wild as we were a ten minute walk from my mum's house where we had

My obsession with caterpillars

First of all, can I just point out I’ve never had an obsession with caterpillars before. In fact, the only time I remember having had anything to do with caterpillars at all was when I was probably between seven and ten years old and we used to find little cute tiger caterpillars in the hedges at the end of our road and take them home and make little houses for them. It was fun.

Well, the caterpillars currently occupying my thoughts are not cute, and not fun. In fact, they are one of the most dan

Home is where the sun is

Crikey, I’m getting a bit behind here. Sorry – I’ve clearly been too busy loving the Spanish life to realise that a whole month has gone past since I last wrote my blog!
Well, we moved on to a site called Kiko Park in Oliva. My first impression was that it was absolutely wonderful. We got a lovely big pitch, a minute’s walk from the beach, and from a restaurant overlooking a harbour and from a pool and spa with incredible Jacuzzis and saunas and steam rooms etc.
My first impression got a bit damp

Somewhere along the Costa Azahar...

Well, all things must come to an end, and so the wonderful site at Tarragona closed for the winter. Had a lovely final few days there. Brilliant afternoon flying the kite on the beach. Here’s me pulling a few nifty stunts.

And this is the kite mid-loop-the-loop.



And if you want to see me really showing off, you can see a video of me doing ten in a row here, if I've managed to get my head round the technical stuff! Oh, and I think you'll have to tilt your head sideways to watch it as I haven't work

Hola España!

OK, we have somehow or other found our way to paradise. How did we get here?

Well, firstly we had the most gorgeous wonderful time in France, and did a bit more surfing. Here’s me just about to catch a wave!



I promise I’ll get one of me actually standing up on my board before this trip’s over!

After a couple of weeks in St Jean de Luz, we had one cloudy day and then – dare I say it – a bit of RAIN! So we packed up quick sharp and got going. A couple of overnight stops and we made our way to an AMAZ

Je Suis en France!

We made it!! Woohoo! We’re actually in France at last!

After changing our minds about when to get the ferry about a gazillion and one times, we finally made a snap decision to leave on the overnight ferry last Wednesday. We had a cute little cabin and the crossing was as smooth as a duck pond. (At least that was the expression someone used, but now I think about it, who says a duck pond is perfectly smooth? Have you seen the way ducks can flap about in the water, making ripples and all sorts?)

An

Liz is a surf dude

OK so I've only done it four times, but I'm hooked!!

The first two lessons were at Mawgan Porth, where we were staying for a week. The surf there was a bit mad, especially on the second day. There were nine foot swells in the bay, and you could tell it was a rough day for beginners like us as the REAL surfers were out.

Luckily all we had to do was try to ride the white surf that the huge waves left behind, rather than get out beyond the monster waves. Even that was easier said than done! It took