Fox Poo, Ticks and Goose Eggs; a Caravan Manoeuvering Course – and a Near Death Experience!
D Day (Departure Day) minus 1 5th June
Packing up your entire life takes longer than you think. My hot tip here is to keep the pressure off yourself by NOT diverting from the main event by needing to post all the items you sold on eBay the night before you move permanently from a house into a caravan.
Kai helped our efforts tremendously by starting to eat our environmentally friendly packing chips. So besides trying to clean the house, get all remaining worldly goods to fit in the van and frenetically packaging oddly-shaped parcels at 10pm (how do you pack up a golf club for posting?), we were also soaking half-dissolved corn chips out of Kai’s whiskers.
A measure of something’s significance within a culture could be the number of words in the language to describe it. It is a myth that the Inuit have over 100 words for snow, but we Brits do have rather a lot of words for Toilet. Let’s face it, in Britain, we get joy from a John, take pride in our Privies and we just LOVE the Lavvie!
Love is an act of endless forgiveness; a tender look which becomes a habit.” – Peter Ustinov
Many years ago, a boyfriend and I formulated an escape plan that involved a boat. He held a Yachtmaster’s certificate and had crewed on boats around the world. I had drunk gin and been ‘rail meat’ on a few pleasure yachts in the Solent. I had also undertaken a voyage to the Isle of Wight for lunch. Once.Continue reading “The Knowledge – The Perils of Proximity”
Today, the early heatwave that had made the papers miraculously exchanged itself for a Severe Weather Warning. It was a big day. The day we were to collect Caravan Kismet. I can’t tell you how delighted we were to have been blessed with such perfect ‘Introduction to Caravanning’ weather!Continue reading “Carry On Caravanning – Part 2 The Maiden Voyage”