We enjoyed a lovely lunch today with good friends - and had a guided tour around their camper van thrown in for good measure. A veritable Tardis, so it is!
how good to be out on the open road, taking your home (with all mod cons) along with you. This must be how a snail must feel, though obviously a snail would travel much, much more slowly and wouldn't have a fitted shower, double bed, cooker and full-sized
fridge inside his travelling home. Not that I have ever been inside a snail's shell, so I couldn't say for sure but I am pretty sure I'm not mistaken.
As a family, we have never owned a camper van,
but we have enjoyed our fair share of camping and caravanning. I remember the camp-site in the Dordogne, where all three of the Darling Daughters fell in love with Neville who was a member of the camp-site's staff. We never actually knew what
his job entailed, but he used to swoop around the site on his scooter looking fit and energetic and calling out greetings in French. Ooh, la la! The hearts of the Darling Daughters were all a-flutter!
there was the time we holidayed with my sister and her family, our two caravans side by side on a beautiful camp-site in Cornwall. Breakfasting one morning our early morning peace was shattered by what sounded like thunder right above our heads. Our friendly
relatives-cum-neighbours had hurled bread onto the roof of our caravan, attracting hundreds of sea-gulls to an unexpected feast. You cannot imagine the noise they made...
Rain has been a dominating
factor on many of our camping holidays. One rain-drenched holiday in North Wales, Mr B, in desperation, bought a Bingo game which we played every single evening before bed - 5p a line and 10p for a full house. The kids all went home with more "holiday
money" than they possessed at the start of the holiday - while we were quids in on a "normal" holiday.
We used to borrow a four-berth caravan from some friends
and neighbours. This came complete with an awning which its owners called The Marriage Wrecker - because, they said, it was impossible to erect it without descending into bitter marital strife. The first time we put it up was
a practice session in our back garden and we congratulated ourselves that it was "a piece of cake." Unfortunately, it was a whole different ball game, on the camp-site, in the driving rain, and with four children wanting their tea after a long car journey...
That was another holiday when it rained every single day. Our foursome seemed happy enough, sloshing their way to the wash-house every morning in their mackintoshes and wellington boots. But
how to spend our days, when the seaside we had come for was clearly a non-starter? Well, we did our best. Every day, another outing. Every morning we racked our collective brains for another, reasonably nearby, indoor attraction to visit (no Internet
in those days, no googling, how did we manage?)
Manage we did, and we were quite proud of ourselves, Mr B and I, for our inventiveness which had kept four lively youngsters happy and occupied
all week long. "What was the best bit about the holiday?" we asked them, in the car on the way home, towing our holiday home behind us and trying not to notice that the sun was coming out and it was looking, well,
really summery for the first time in a week or more.
The Oldest of the Darling Daughters didn't have to think twice: "The very best bit of the holiday was every morning when Daddy had to
lift the roof of the awning and all the rain fell down the sides like a waterfall!" The other three nodded, fervently.
That's one of the many reasons why I love them, this family of
mine. They always, but always, look on the bright side of life.