Thursday, 25 May 2017

Hertford Club Site, Hertfordshire





I am in the dog box, and rightfully so! Although my faux-pas is not as bad as driving off still plugged into the mains power as Chris did in Richmond earlier this year!

Our departure from Rayleigh was muddly to say the least, because we delayed and didn’t really consult regarding the time we would set off. Given the very casual arrangements on the farm, including the fact that the toilet paper in the conveniences was never replenished by our host, we reckoned there was no obligation to be gone by midday. So we read and refilled our coffee cups, and then Chris decided we should leave. My tasks had been spread over the morning, and perhaps it was because of the lack of system this morning that I overlooked the fact that the electric kettle, almost full of water, was left plugged in sitting on the kitchen bench. I am not sure at what point the kettle went flying into the lounge area, whether it was as we wound our way up through Rayleigh before reaching the dual carriage way, or on one of the many roundabouts that featured along the A414, or the speed humps up the last road before we arrived at camp, but whenever it was, the upholstery was soaked through. Worse still, it was on Chris’s favoured side of the van. On the plus side, it could have been a bottle of red wine, or a thermos of coffee; it was after all only water. Still … The Chauffeur uttered unprintable words when I confessed on opening the caravan door. Thank goodness the day has been sunny and warm, the temperatures even higher than yesterday; good drying weather. A couple more days of the same should see them as good as new! 

None of this was improved by the fact that there was nowhere to pull off the road to lunch before arriving at our new camp, so hunger, thirst and the call of nature must have been factored in. We arrived just after midday, and were guided to our site on a large open grassed area. The camp here at Hertford is massive, with 250 pitches, so we have plenty of privacy, or at least until the Bank Holiday Weekenders arrive tomorrow.

We were warned not to feed the wildlife; there is currently a plague of squirrels, those oh-so-cute little critters, who have been creating chaos with the rubbish, the interior of caravans left with their doors open, and anything else they fancy might be fun.

After I had a load of washing hung out on my little line, we popped out to the nearby Tesco store to buy bread then sat over drinks while working through schedules for the three full touring days we have ahead here in Hertfordshire. I am looking forward to tomorrow.

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