Missed off the map.

Just 50km outside of Paris, on the edge of the Champagne region, lies the small citadelle of Provins. With ancient walls, beam houses, and a one of the only octagonal defencesive keeps in existence, Provins is a beautiful city with a long, and colourful history.

The great escape.

The journey to Dover was long and tedious, made worse by the fact that the trains in the channel tunnel were running an hour behind schedule due to problems on the line. However, it did allow me the chance to curl up in the camper and catch up on some much needed sleep before heading south, to Saint Omar, where I parked up for the first night.

Not quite North, not quite South.

Despite my insistence that the Midlands is not a real place (North or South, that's your choice), it is where I found myself exploring last weekend.

Wild Camping.

People may think that describing our night away as Wild Camping may be a slight stretch when it involved the camper, a king size duvet, and waking up to a peppermint tea. However, it was Wild Camping non the less.