Dartmoor National Park represents the ultimate British inland landscape. For two months we lived in the quaint little stone cottage Squirrel’s Drey, in Bridestowe, on the northern fringes of the moor. Not far from the wild coasts of the North Read more…
Great Britain with a dog. England. The White Cliffs of the South-East. So often overlooked. Simply neglected. We don’t, of course. When we get to know a country, we do it properly. And so, we spent the first month of Read more…
Sandy stepped into an illegally placed rabbit trap. The trap pulled the skin off her right back foot. The injury was so severe, that it took more than 2 months to heal and her leg had to be bandaged for Read more…
The right dog food is THE foundation of the dog’s health. Not only the physical. Also, the psychological. And even the educative one. The better the dog is supplied with nutrients, the more efficient his nervous system is able to Read more…
Dogs in winter. Dogs in snow. Few things put such a big smile on our faces like a first morning view across a white winter wonderland. Before you get to enjoy our fun walk in the snow, I’m sharing my Read more…
Zeeland. The land of my childhood. Back when Zeeland was pristine and inexpensive, my family and I spent every spring and fall vacation there. Just a three-hour drive from the hellish metropolitan areas of our German home, I feverishly awaited Read more…
Schleswig Holstein. North Frisia. Dithmarschen. Wesselburen. Hillgroven. This two-month journey is about the wind. About space. Of calm before the storm. Of storm before calm. Of the transition from warm summerair to freezing wintercold. About rainbows. And rain. And horses Read more…
Via Garmisch Partenkirchen, where we spent a week on vacation, we travelled to Salzburger Land in Austria. We were booked for a house sit in Bad Ischl. For two sits, to be precise. The first time for five weeks. The Read more…
Endless. Endless seem the duneworlds of the western coast of Noord-Holland. Endless seems the freedom on the miles-long beaches, which gently curve into the meter-high mountains of sand. Endless the relief to be here, after weeks of dog-ban-signs on the Read more…
Before I visited Sylt for the first time, I scolded the German North Sea Coast like a barnyard rat. Not because it lacked grace and beauty. No, it lacked dog-friendliness, good riding terrain, and accordingly, all the freedom I consider Read more…
