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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