It's dark outside, rain plops on the roof of the caravan as I rub the sleep from my eyes and curse Siri for setting my alarm clock when I asked him too. Way back at the start of March we arrived here on site excited about the season ahead. Well, today, eight months later and... Continue Reading →
With just over a week left in our season of working at Longleat CAMC Site I've started to realise that this is also the start of a week of 'the last time' that we'll do certain things here. Sad times, but also exciting times, looking forward to our winter off work and time to recharge... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
It's silly O'clock, 6.30am to be precise. There are never two 6.30's in any of my days, unless a flight somewhere nice dictates I get up early. Well, in a strange sort of way, a flight, or multiple flights are dictating that I get up early today. There has been traffic activity outside our compound... Continue Reading →
Going back to our guy rope and tent peg days are a fond but dim and distant memory. Memories of holidays we could barely afford under canvas, we camped in all weathers even snow, with two young children. Even back in those days we used it as a way of meeting up with friends. A... Continue Reading →
Composting toilets. Where do I start? I have a toilet phobia, I struggle to... go. Depending on circumstance. I don't hold onto it, I don't try to make myself ill, if the surroundings aren't right, it just doesn't happen. Nothing moves. My sister moved to The States years ago. We spent three glorious weeks absorbing... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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