After spending all season being frustrated by how many people rely on their Sat-Navs rather than actually research the best route, he has just informed me .... well, I'll let him say it ... "We've balls'ed up". I'm not sure how "we've" came into it, as I'm happily listening to Jeremy Vine and not paying... Continue Reading →
Faterwalls
Bit of a one off blog here after a fab day out in and around Hawes whilst staying at the Caravan and Motorhome Club Site.The title, a play on words. Those that know me know that I have many 'Debraisms,' words where I may swap letters around, or simply say them wrong. Faterwalls, Par Cark,... Continue Reading →
Bury and Bolton – An Annual Pilgrimage
Goodbye Wales and back to England. The day is dull, damp and grey. Oh the joys of caravanning in the winter. The roads are kind to us and the traffic flows easily. The roads towards the North West display their industry proudly in the mizzly gloom. Roads become familiar very quickly even though we are... Continue Reading →
The Tour Starts with the Lights of Broadway.
After a lazy morning the hall is cleared of caravan clutter that's been piled up as we remember things over the last couple of days. The Volvo is packed to the gunnels and purrs along nicely on this cold and frosty morning as we head to storage to pick the caravan up. Shivering my bits... Continue Reading →
At The End of the Day…
Another 'last,' today is my 'last' Wednesday of our season as assistant wardens. Waking up in our caravan at Longleat, I'm busting for a wee, the microwave tells me it's 5.29am. I hate waking up so late in the night, early in the morning, for a call of nature, it means not much time left... Continue Reading →
An Early Morning and a Trip to the Motorhome and Caravan Show.
Up with the lark, or even before the lark and the crows and the sparrows. The rain has been thundering on the caravan roof for most of the night and it's still falling heavily from the dark night skies as I stumble out the the van door at ridiculous o'clock in the morning. In real... Continue Reading →
A Town, a Castle, a Hill
The rain is hammering on the caravan roof and my head is thumping. Snuggling back under the duvet I try to block out the sound of the rain and my wine infused headache. God what a good night it was though. In between heavy showers the sun tries to peek through the clouds. My phone... Continue Reading →
Turn to Hurn
We're off on the road again. After our last trip to the New Forest, I'm a little more organised. I started to throw stuff, willy nilly into the van the night before, so, when our shift finishes, I'm still in uniform as he is motor moving the van out of our compound and into late... Continue Reading →
A Tortoise, a Puppy and the New Forest
I've done nowt but moan for the past few hours, nothing new there, according to The Boss. Since taking the awning down a few weeks ago, lifting the legs, hitching up and hitting the road and heading towards Burford we vowed we'd take the van off site and away again on our next available days... Continue Reading →
Caen Hill Locks, Devizes
Days off are precious, The Boss declares on this one that he's taking me out for lunch, he's got a plan, he knows where we're going, but he's not telling. Just a quick half hour drive he tells me, 'Get in the car.' Probably the longest half hour drive from Longleat we've ever done. It... Continue Reading →