|First meal in our motorhome|
A lovely evening out at the Chinese with Abi, on Sunday night was followed by a bad nights sleep and a relatively early start to head to Webb’s of Warminster (location: 51 12 '49.2N, 11' 36.1W). Despite it being an easy journey we were all peckish so lunch at 11.30 and unload the car, dumping everything into the garage, so Abi could drive home and we could start the induction into the motorhome fraternity.
|First night in Longleat|
|Longleat Caravan Park|
As part of our negotiations to buy we’d included a night at a nearby campsite, so they’d booked us into the caravan and motorhome club site at Longleat (location: 51 11' 28.7N, 0 16' 35.4W). With full gas, empty grey and black waste and half full fresh water off we went. Having only driven on the bypass, even turning out of the showroom was a first!
|Wallabies and goats at Longleat|
From then on, for the next hour or so, we wondered what on earth we’d done. The mains hook up didn’t work, have we bought a duff cable? We’ll move so we can try our short cable. Before we managed to do that, and more importantly we couldn’t get the 12v working. It did work briefly, I heard the ignition click as we tried turning the fridge on, only the fridge didn’t light. Check the gas, nothing on the hob, perhaps it’s off? Yes it was, ok, that’s easy. Right back to the 12v. Press that, and it says 12v off, Press again, panel lights up, but nothing says 12v on, and my test of listening for ignition clicks on the fridge was silent. Can you ring Webbs? No, no cell, so off he wondered to reception, returning with a very willing and helpful, but not necessarily knowledgeable man.
|The children's area at Longleat|
|Its OK, it's not real!|
Ok, back to testing everything, or our memories anyway. Cook dinner, using the one electric ring, and one of the three gas rings, good, that’s all ok. Open the fizz we need to celebrate!
Once fed and watered we could both have gone to sleep, but it was only 20.30 so we’d better go for a little walk around the site. We met a lovely couple, with a sweet dog, that didn’t mind me taking some calming stroke therapy from it. Have you been into the park? They said, didn’t know we could, so off we went. It did sort of say no entry, to dogs, but it was only a little car barrier so in we walked, saying hello to wallabies, ostrich and donkeys! We avoided going too close to the house as our ‘friends’ had said you may get warned off through a loudspeaker if they see you on the cctv! Somebody saw us though, as we were walking out through the car park a vehicle swooped down on me (he was behind, taking his picture of the house) “what are you doing?” “Just having a little look around, we’ve walked in from the campsite.....” I apologised for having taken him away from the football and off we went! Not as good as being evicted from the tip, Abi, but still a claim to fame!
|Behind the wheel|
I expected to sleep well, but sadly not to be, particularly with B climbing over me to go to the toilet, ho hum, just as well he doesn’t do that often. Shower, breakfast, washing up, packing up, and water dump (not necessary, but just to practice) and back to Webb’s to get a cheque for our nights accommodation, I drove, so some wiggly lanes for me too. We also had to put some water in as our super attached hose didn’t have the right attachment for the campsite tap! Up the motorway to mum’s, stopping en route to collect the mountain bikes from where they have been stored for the last six years, yep, we’ve got to get them in the garage, as well as the mountain of stuff waiting for us.
|Night number 2 at Hill Farm, Alvechurch. Nice view!|
Five hours of carrying stuff downstairs and trying to decide where to put it later we headed off to a local small site, a CL, certified location, of the caravan and motorhome club, £10.00 for up to 5 vans with electric hook up (EHU) and a toilet, no flash facilities here, but all we needed (location: 52 20' 39.62N, 0 54' 38.4W). I had planned to cook, but the chippy spoke as we drove passed, so, as we were expecting guests in an hour and a half, sense prevailed.
|Misty the cat|
Our first campsite cat, Misty, an old boy with funny teeth came to visit, hurrah, and then our real guests, The Monday Club boys Tim, Bill and Mark (and Fiona). I know it was Tuesday, but they’d made an exception! They said all the right things, looked in every locker, asked lots of questions, and proved that we can seat 5 comfortably. The sixth was a little less so, but I don’t suppose that’ll happen often!
|Campsite number 3 at Cumbernauld|
|Jackie setting up the outdoor bbq|
|Cooking mackerel while stroking Indie cat|
First dump of the toilet cassette, and grey water again, so we arrive at the Housesit empty, and on our way, filling up with fuel. Pay at the pump, he thought would be quicker £99 maximum, wasn’t enough! Ouch! Another £25 on top! A gentle two hours with the van saying the fuel economy was better and we arrived at the golf course where the house is situated (approx location: 56 35' 58N, 0 36' 22W). We’d arranged to park up before walking to the house to assess the route in and wait for the three cars to move off the drive. We’d been dreading this bit, there is a perfect space beside the house, but is the drive big enough to turn the van round, or will we have to reverse the 160m down the last lane? Turned out, easy peasy, but still glad we won’t have to do it often as we have the use of a car while we are here, we have to get Angus to the beach and woods for his walks.....!
|A photo of Jackie taking a photo of Indie cat in our van|
Lovely to be back, Colin was much more relaxed than the last time, Anders and Anneka are so grown up. Angus and Oscar are just the same, though Oscar has just been professionally trimmed so I won’t have to chase him around with a pair of scissors, and just as I write, Hector has finally come out from behind the sofa, and straight to my lap for a cuddle. We are going to have a lovely time!
|Here's her photo|
|Saying 'hello' to the cows at the Cumbernauld campsite|
|At Colin & Louise's house in Arbroath where we are housesitting two cats and a dog for three weeks|
|Hector cat decides Jackie can stroke him|