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 our very first trip to the British Isle exactly where 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 more than half a year. 2 months, which cost us 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 top winter tips with you. Because in winter, especially with 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 our days in Zeeland, year in and year out. The 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 in front of the house. Of cabbage and funfairs. And 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 second time for five months. The first time without our 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 German North Sea coast. We escaped to freedom and rented 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 important. Yes, and it lacked beaches too, so I thought. Read more…
Norden. Nothing would have driven me to Norden. That community on the shore of the North Sea, which offered its visitors the seaside resort Norddeich and the associated dog beach Norddeich. If it wasn’t for my mother. For years, my mother dreamed of buying a house close to the North Read more…
It was only by chance, that we spent an afternoon at the Rheinauen in Bonn, after having had an appointment in the city before. It was a warm, late summerday and we were drawn to the water. We drove a bit haphazardly towards the Rhine, looked for a parking spot Read more…
