Leaving Ferry Meadows Caravan and Motorhome Club Site early did come with one downside, we had planned to refuel the car. '80 miles remaining' the dashboard informed us, down to 75 by the barrier, 65 by the road and 'so on' until it settled at 40 by the A1. The Volvo computer had sussed it... Continue Reading →
"Is that Spire twisted" I ask as we drive through Chesterfield towards the Chatsworth Caravan and Motorhome Club Site. "It is", he says smuggly, "It's why the football team are nicknamed the Spireites". Surely this defect should have been fixed at the 'snagging' stage. We are keen to see the site, it is busy all... Continue Reading →
We arrived at Beechwood Grange CAMC Site yesterday in the bright, blindingly low winter sunshine. The sun visor had been up and down like a tart's knickers on the trip here. Due to lack of rain over the last few days the roads are drier than they've been for the rest of the trip so... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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