10 Weeks in a Box – Day 22

Father to Son

“… Having breakfasted, I roused my son Corey from his slumber with a quick text, and told him to meet us in town around lunchtime. I figured even a 15 year old could summon enough energy by then to get up and catch a bus!
Arrangements made, Miki and I headed into Wakefield to do a bit of second hand book searching. It was strange, Miki, my present and future, here in Wakefield, a symbol of my past, it was like two worlds colliding…”

Wakefield, England

On Planet Goodaboom, you can read our travel tale and see the corresponding photos and more of the travel sketches in pastel and ink.
You can also see there my Watercolour Travel Sketches

10 Weeks in a Box – Day 21

Youlgreave and Plague Graves

“… The next morning, I even had time to help Dad put together a garden bench I’d bought for him back when God was a lad. We had spent the night on the driveway, very odd somehow, but we used up Dad’s yearly water allowance by filling our tanks, and had the lunatic fridge on mains hook up during our stay, so things were looking good…”

Peak District, England

On Planet Goodaboom, you can read our travel tale and see the corresponding photos and more of the travel sketches in pastel and ink.
You can also see there my Watercolour Travel Sketches

10 Weeks in a Box – A hole in time!

You may well ask…Indeed if you have been asking yourself what has happened to “Ten Weeks in a Box” Miki and Kev Moore’s Travel tale, it’s just taking a short break, while Miki completes an important Art commission, but rest assured it will return next Monday, picking up where they left off in Derby.

In the meantime, why don’t you pop on over to The Coffee Cup Club and join in with the conversation and maybe post an entry there yourself.
Or, with Halloween coming up, why not scare yourself to death with Kev´s new tale for All Hallows Eve; “Pumpkin Number Six”? You can also find another couple of creepy tales there!

10 Weeks in a Box – Day 20

Birthdays and Salad Days

“… So we lazily meandered towards Derby on July 28th, for my Dad’s birthday.
As the distance grew shorter I began to see more and more familiar sights from my youth. Driving through well-known brewing town of Burton-upon-Trent, I pointed out to Miki the College I used to attend at the tender age of seventeen, and the memories of those times came flooding back…”

Mickleover, England

On Planet Goodaboom, you can read our travel tale and see the corresponding photos and more of the travel sketches in pastel and ink.
You can also see there my Watercolour Travel Sketches

10 Weeks in a Box – Day 19

Midlands Monkey Business

“… The next day as we manoeuvred the beast that is the Boomobile to leave, we noticed that the entrance to the car-park was now under a foot of water. The swans were expanding their territory as the waters invaded further into the town. Definitely time to leave. ´There comes a time in the tide of the affairs of man, which, if taken at the flood, leave you with a very wet motorhom` I think someone once nearly said… “

Nowhere, England

On Planet Goodaboom, you can read our travel tale and see the corresponding photos and more of the travel sketches in pastel and ink.
You can also see there my Watercolour Travel Sketches

10 Weeks in a Box – Day 18

Motorhoming; As you like it!

“… The next morning we decided to skirt as close as we dared to Oxford, driving through Banbury, catching a glimpse of a delightful statue immortalising the “Fine lady upon a white horse” who rode to Banbury Cross; the words to the old children’s nursery rhyme carved around the base. Finally, we reached today’s destination; Stratford upon Avon, the bard’s birthplace… “

Stratford, England

On Planet Goodaboom, you can read our travel tale and see the corresponding photos and more of the travel sketches in pastel and ink.
You can also see there my Watercolour Travel Sketches

10 Weeks in a Box – Day 17

– England under Water

“… After our lovely quiet night by the harbour in Gravelines, subject of more than one 19th Century painting, we travel the last few kilometres up the coast, and as I write this, we are sat waiting in the terminal at Dunkirk, (or more precisely, the wonderfully named Loon Plage, which I assume means lunatic beach, or perhaps it’s shaped like a particular style of 1970’s trouser) hoping to get the earlier ferry at 10pm, but, with a cup of coffee, and feet up with a book, we’re content to watch the world go by until we’re called at midnight to cross the channel… “

Dunkerque, France

On Planet Goodaboom, under “10 Weeks in a Box”, you can read our travel tale and see the corresponding photos and more of the travel sketches in pastel and ink.
You can also see there my Watercolour Travel Sketches

10 Weeks in a Box – Day 16

– Grey Nose and Gravelines
“… 7am came and went…we had done it! We are invincible! Even our fridge decided to work today, the lazy pile of junk. Life is good. Through the binoculars, I caught a glimpse of England. Tomorrow, we sail, to paraphrase that singing sedative, Roger Whittaker…”

Cap de Gris-Nez, France

On Planet Goodaboom, under “10 Weeks in a Box”, you can read our travel tale and see the corresponding photos and more of the travel sketches in pastel and ink.
You can also see there my Watercolour Travel Sketches

10 Weeks in a Box – Day 15

Rainy-day beaches and Anarchic parking

“… Awakened the next day by the almost continuous rain that had become our constant companion, we consumed our usual copious cups of coffee, battened down the hatches and left the neighbourhood in peace once more, threading our way through a series of villages towards the coast and Boulogne. For me, there is nothing as depressing as a seaside town on a grey, wet day!…”

Wimereux, France

On Planet Goodaboom, under “10 Weeks in a Box”, you can read our travel tale and see the corresponding photos and more of the travel sketches in pastel and ink.
You can also see there my Watercolour Travel Sketches

10 Weeks in a Box – Day 14

Cleres & the Coast; Neighbourhood Watch

“… The next morning, we went out on the bikes to explore the village of Cleres, and more importantly, to get some bread. It was a Sunday, so we thought we should get out early to the boulangerie. Leaning our bikes against the railings that stop drunks falling in the picturesque stream that meanders through the streets, we were greeted with a sight I’ve only seen on TV reports from communist Russia…”

Quiberville, France

On Planet Goodaboom, under “10 Weeks in a Box”, you can read our travel tale and see the corresponding photos and more of the travel sketches in pastel and ink.
You can also see there my Watercolour Travel Sketches