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 →
It's been bonkers busy at work. I've been in the office all afternoon and the telephone hasn't stopped ringing. 'I'd like to make a booking' has been said more times than I can count. A motorhome pulls into view, our other assistant wardens back from a few days away at the seaside. I'm just a... Continue Reading →
We'd seen the signs at the sides of the road earlier in the week and chosen to either not read them or ignore them, they won't apply to us. 'Frome Independent Traders Market, this Sunday' they'd clearly stated all week. Why would we want to go into Frome on a Bank Holiday Sunday? Why take... Continue Reading →
After an eventful flight, Lanzarote welcomed us with a sunny embrace. Fiat 500 hire car collected, "Do you need a map Sir?" "No thanks, you only have one road" replied The Boss, there is more than one road but he would rather get lost than buy a map. First stop Lidl, for essential supplies, killed... Continue Reading →
Probably the most important element of touring, living or working in the confined space of a caravan or motorhome is that you actually 'like' the people confined in the same space with you. Luckily, we do, despite the occasional urge to throttle one another with the electric hook up lead. Long standing friends and acquaintances... Continue Reading →
Lying on a sunbed on our balcony in January, a winter break before our new life adventures start. What to do to break the boredom of fifteen minutes each side like a rotisserie chicken? For us it's always been music. It's themed our lives from a very young age. For me, prior to meeting The... Continue Reading →
"This is why we bought a caravan" grumbles The Boss under his breath. We've been in the air little over two hours. Heavy wind and driving rain at Gatwick have given way to bright sunshine and fluffy clouds way beneath us. With two hours of flying time still ahead of us, he's read every newspaper,... Continue Reading →
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