Trip 29 – Conkers (nr Burton-on-Trent)

Friday 5th February

We collected the motorhome at its base and after a check of tyres and fill of water we were off to the Midlands. We had a great run and by 2.30pm we arrived, and received a great welcome at Conkers C&CC site near Burton-on-Trent. After a snack we went for a cycle around the area. We covered about eight miles, this was enough seeing as it was our first cycle ride this year. We stopped at the Halfway House PH in Donisthorpe. A great pub that, at 5.00pm, was buzzing. Here we had a great pint before cycling back in the near darkness to the motorhome for dinner and a relaxing evening.

 

Saturday 6th February

A very quiet night, despite the weather forecast of strong winds and rain – just never arrived. The morning was a different matter. Quite strong winds and rain – not heavy rain but driven by the wind. A lazy day was the order of the day. However at just before midday we booted and suited in waterproofs for a walk. This area is crisis-crossed with paths and trails ideal for bikes and boots. The main one is the Ashby Would Heritage Trail, an old railway line (thank you Dr Beeching). Part of it incorporates the old Donisthorpe Colliery – long gone and now a wooded area (thank you Mr Scargill / Mrs T / and also cheap coal imports). We walked this time to the Halfway House pub (halfway to where?) for a beer and then made our way back to watch the Six Nations.  Last night we opened a box of wine which was horrible (the first time ever). Indeed it was so bad we would not drink it so it has been relegated to cooking with. This meant we were after some wine along with a pint of milk. We knew there was a small supermarket in Moira and tok a small detour to visit it. Jokingly I said it would close at 1.00pm (it was 1.20pm). It didn’t as close as it wasn’t even open due to refurbishment. Fortunately, a post office / provisions shop was open up the road and the vital suppplies were sourced. A short walk back to the site in  weather conditions that were getting worse each step. We did get back before the full force of the storm and rained arrived. During the rest of the afternoon we sat and watched the first two six nations rugby matches and while we did the wind and rain slowly continued to increase until we were being battered to within an inch of our lives! By evening we were really rocking and the rain on the roof was like a snare drum. As the late evening approached the wind started to ease and by the time we went to bed things were fairly normal, we were thankful for small mercies! Below is  a plaque from the Halfway House – clearly some liked it even more than us.

Sunday 7th February

A bright day dawned with good prospects. Due to this we decided to stay another night and after breakfast went on a circular cycle ride. Out from the site and through Moira along to Ashby-de-La-Zouch, about 5 miles. Here we made our way to the castle. A pretty derelict affair it was and has been since the English Civil War (1642-ish). Entry was £5.30 each so we opted not to. We have have missed a gem but a cost and weather factors assisted our decision making. From here we cycled to Measham (about 5 miles again). It is a village that precedes the Doomesday Book. As we cycled in it was noticeable that all around were purple bows everywhere; on lampposts; signs; gates; shops; and fences and ‘For Kayleigh’ written nearby. At the town’s church, a tree bereft of any foliage was bedecked in mauve / purple items and a carpet of flowers at its base. Upon entering into the church (built about 1370), we saw a table for Kayleigh. It would appear that she was a fifteen year old who died suddenly but we do not know the how or why only that she died in November (2015) and was buried mid January. After a short time in the church we left and found the Ashby Would Heritage Trail and made our way towards the motorhome, which was to be another five miles. We stopped part way at our adopted ‘local’ the Halfway House which was, as usual, very busy, indeed heaving. For £9 we had two pints of beer and four large rolls – two ham and two cheese and tomato – and the ham was not shop bought, water injected, thin wispy rubbish but really delicious locally sourced HAM Just as it should be. I would recommend this pub to all visiting the area. A short cycle found us back ‘home’ after a total of 15 miles. The weather has been gentle on us and was sunny and quite warm the whole time. Another storm (Imogen) is approaching apparently. We had a nice cooked dinner of hunters chicken and roast veg and the weather started to deteriorate into the evening . We sat in and watched tv and the wind increased again by the time we went to bed the van was back rocking again.

 

Monday 8th February

A foul day. We intended to go to the Stratton Arms, a very motorhome friendly  good value pub in Buckinghamshire. However, last night we found out that while we could stay, there was no food. In any event with the weather getting worse we decided to cut and run home. So after a good fried breakfast and a good clean of the inside of the motorhome in preparation of the next trip, we left. We had a good run home despite the buffeting wind, albeit we had to avoid the most direct route (via the A14) as it was solid for over ten miles from the M6 towards Cambridge. The alternative route added about 20 miles to the journey but who cares, we would rather be moving than queueing. It was a windy ride but not an issue we just had to drive a bit slower. The mileage ended up around 300 miles at 32mpg which is good. At the storage site we swapped clothes etc over into the car and went home to a cold house arriving by 3.30pm. (The house was cold as we were not due back until tomorrow and the heating was on ‘holiday mode’ a money saving feature.) The area of Conkers is one we would like to visit again in better weather as it was clearly good for cycling and walking – plus the Halfway House!

 

A sad postscript:

Upon returning home we looked into the death of Kayleigh  (Haywood). She was a local girl who was raped and murdered. So bad were the injuries that dental records were used to identify her. Two men have been charged  in relation to this. Our thoughts are with the family and friends.

Trip 28 – Wakes Colne

Friday 29th January

Off for the weekend with Chris and Carolyn to a local site just north east of Colchester. First though a visit to the Nuffield for a small procedure. So we parked up (in car) and were in the hospital for midday for a 3.00pm surgery. A quite boring time ensued and then at about 2.45pm a horde of people descended upon us, including the Matron – who looked like a simmering volcano. The doctor explained he had himself recently had an operation and wasn’t yet signed off so couldn’t operate! A new appointment would be needed. So I quickly got dressed – out of gown, sexy socks and hospital undies – and off we went to the motorhome. We were both very hungry as I had not eaten at all today and Chris ate six hours ago; so first off, a sandwich in the motorhome before moving off to the site. The bonus for us was that we were several hours in advance of when we expected to be leaving in the motorhome and would miss the rush hour. A 35 minute drive found us parked up in Chappel, near Wakes Colne and the East Anglian Railway Museum. A quiet out of the way site that was very neat and tidy. The others were already there and we spent the late afternoon and evening just chatting and catching up while the tail end of Storm Gail blew and rocked the motorhome. Chris and Carolyn had cooked for us and we had a nice meal with (too much) wine and around 11.30pm went back to ours for bed.

Saturday 30th January

A very wet and windy night but by morning things had settled down. A grey start with the promise of a better day ahead. After breakfast we got our walking boots on and off the four of us went. The site has three circular walks – 2 3/4, 5 1/2 and 9 miles long. We opted for the five and a half mile walk and decided to go anti-clockwise – so the instructions would not be relevant. The benefit of this would be that almost at the end of the walk we would be near a pub for lunch. A pleasant countryside walk with a short shower and a one bit that was very, very, muddy. Just before the end we detoured to the local pub, The Swan, which was in the shadow of the train viaduct (more about that later). A nice lunch and beer before returning to the site and going back out on the short two and three quarter mile walk. Again a pleasant stroll in sunshine through wooded countryside. A great view near of this walk of Chappel village, the chapel (church) and the viaduct. This viaduct is the second biggest viaduct in England built from 1846 – 48. It is 1066 feet long with 32 arches and seven million bricks were used. The viaduct is still carrying trains. When the building was started a container was buried with a sovereign, half sovereign , shilling and a four pence piece (!). However, by the morning some navvy had stolen it – not one was ever convicted. Anyway back to the motorhome, tired and weary, where boots were cleaned and a much needed cup of tea was had and we put our feet up. At about 5.45pm Chris K, dressed in a dinner suit, was off to Stoke Nayland, picked up by some colleagues, for a yearly award ceremony. Shortly after Carolyn came over and we had dinner and then sat and chatted until 10.30 (good timing) when she went back to her MH and we sat and watched Match of the Day.

Sunday 31st January

Probably because of the walk yesterday but we both had our best nights sleep for weeks (we usually do sleep better in Billina than at home anyway). However, the weather forecast for today was not good and so it proved, as during the night and over breakfast it rained – not hard but still not nice. We sorted the van in readiness to move off but first we went for a stroll to the local rail museum about a half mile walk away. The museum looks fairly small from outside but with half price entry (£6 for two) in we went. We then spent a magical couple of hours. Old coaches, trains, waiting room, signal boxes. Displays with ‘hands on’ exhibits. Carriages I remember travelling in, toys I had, memories jerked and prompted all the way around. Old engines, including ‘Thomas’. The only down side was a constant ‘mizzle’ – if  only the weather was nicer. Definitely a place to return in the sunshine. Back to the MH and a final pack before the short 30 minute dive back to base and then home. A great weekend-despite the threat from the weather.

Trip 27 – Burnham on Crouch

Saturday 7th November (Day 1)

We only had a few miles to drive to our destination so were in no real rush.  We got to the home of Billina and did a few small jobs (we are having battery issues so a top up of battery water was one such job). We drove to the water point to fill up with water as we were goingto be ‘wild’camping only to find it had been totally removed. We were helped by the caravan service place next door who allowed us to fill up. Then by about midday we were off. It was a 17 miles journey ,so quick and uneventful. Arrangements had been made for us to stay in the car park of the Burnham on Crouch Conservative Club! A narrowish entrance (but certainly big enough) and then park up at the top end. A walk along the High Street followed but the high winds and rain cut this short and we retired back to Billina.We then offered our help to George and Alan who declined but invited us to join them for fish n chips before getting ready for the main event. By 8.00pm we were back for Alan’s 50th Bash. There then followed a typical party – chat, drink, dance, drink, eat, drink. Back to the motorhome about 2.30am and sleep……….

Sunday 8th November (Day 2)

We were awake and remarkably chipper around 9.00am. We then showered, dressed and moved the motorhome to another place in the car park as we had blocked one of the exits where we first parked and I like both exits to be useable. Anyway by 10.35am were at the war memorial for the Rememberance Service there. We contacted the friends to see if they were going to come and found that they were but that the hostess had not gone too bed! Anyway the war memorial was a very busy place and a short service with the ‘Last Post’ etc took place. We then strolled back with the friends to their house for sausage sarnies. Slowly during the late morning and early afternoon other party go-ers emerged from their bedrooms had something to eat and then bade farewell. By late afternoon the four of us strolled to the Con Club for a libation and met some more of those we met last night. The place was buzzing and a pleasant time was spent before returning to have a lovely pork Sunday dinner. By now it was clear that our dear Georgina was a bit tired (still not been to bed) so we said our goodbyes and returned to the motorhome for a relaxing evening and then sleep.

Monday 9th November (Day 3)

Another good nights sleep (it is a nice quiet location). A mini-big boys breakfast (if that isn’t an oxymoron). Then by around  11.00am we left to return to the storage site.  So another short trip of 30 or so minutes and we were parked up and on our way by car home. The owners have confirmed, after a bit of pushing, that the water has not been removed just for the winter but permanently. As a result we have decided that we will investigate another storage site as the ability to get freash water to fill our tanks or even to wash the motorhome is something we want.

Trip 25 – Somerset and Malvern

Tuesday 11th August (Day 1)
The day started with me collecting Billina from her ‘home’. A typical change in the weather is forecast, with the hot dry weather of the past couple of weeks changing to cooler days with ‘heavy rain for 36 or more hours’ predicted from Thursday. Before leaving the home of Billina, I poured six litres of coke into the waste tank. Upon arriving home the tank was emptied and the gunk that came out was most amazing; coke must do things to your inside. We loaded up with water, clothes, food and other items and by just after 12.30pm we were off. We had a four hour drive to the CL booked for the night. The route was clear and easy and we averaged over 35mpg, the best since we bought Billina. While we didn’t dawdle, neither did we roar along, 50 – 60mph was the norm and we arrived still ahead of the predicted time. We overshot the CL and parked up on the front of Burnham-on-Sea and went for a stroll along the the sea front and returned to Billina and by 5.30pm we were at the CL all set up. It is a pleasant site with chickens and ducks roaming free. A red Thai prawn curry was cooked and we settled down to decide upon tomorrow’s stop-over. A bit of TV and by 11.00pm we settled down for the night.

Wednesday 12th August (Day 2)
We were up fairly early, for us, and by 9.00am were on the road for the ten minute journey to Highbridge Caravans where a new step motor was to be fitted. We duly arrived and found they were not expecting us until tomorrow. However, true to their form to date, this was no problem and we were given a loan car and off to Glastonbury – again not culture with the town and Tor but the shopping outlet Clarks Village. After a few bargains were had the phone rang and we were informed the work was complete (11.00am) thus saving me money, in all likelihood, as we were not shopping for hours. First though a Glastonbury Pasty was ate while people watching. We then decided to visit the shoe museum. Clark’s Village is part of the grounds owned by Clarks shoe company and hence the museum. This had shoes from all over the world and back to the 1500’s. However it was mainly dedicated to James and Cyrus Clark the company founders and the growth of the business. One fact, while not wishing to make a political point, was that in the late 1800’s they were the first such business to mechanise their production away from cutting the shoe parts out in the factory and then having ‘home workers’ stitch them together. They were able to do this because the original factory was in a remote location (Street, near Glastonbury) and miles away from any trade union type influence. Unions were against such moves in general. This mechanisation changed the work force from 600 to 1400 in less than two years. We spent quite a time looking around and even found sandals that we both wore in the late 1950’s/early 60’s! Then it was time to go and we went to pick Billina up. This was much earlier than we expected so it was decided to visit Gloucester, a city we have not been to. Hooray for Gloucester as they had a car park where motorhomes were welcome and could park. It meant buying two parking tickes but hey we took up two places and £4 for three hours seemed reasonable. Gloucester was the place that Dick Whittington started from, something I had forgotten or did not know. So there were a few references to this about. Chris found a wool shop; not surprising you may think, but (a) she cannot knit; and (b) she has never wanted to. So she bought a pattern, pink wool and some needles, as now she is a granny she has the urge! We then visited the cathedral, started in 1089! It was a grand place with the biggest stained glass window in the country (at least at the time) and real ‘whispering gallery’. One of the parts of the stainless window seems to show a man playing golf – in the 13th century. We we whiled away an hour or so before strollling around the city shops and sites. An old harbour, The New Inn (a timber framed courtyard with a galleries) which was built around 1550 to accommodate pilgrims ‘flocking’ to see the tomb of Edward II. It is also said that Lady Jane Grey was proclaimed queen there. After almost three hours we were footsore and so returned to Billina, agreeing that Gloucester was a place to re-visit in the future. We then selected a scenic country route to our stop for the night, The Rose and Crown at Severn Stoke, a journey of about 45 minutes. Here we were met and parked on the grassed area near to, but not close to, the children’s play area and we set up in glorious evening sunshine. I think we should make the most of it as heavy storms are forecast for the next couple of days. After a brief rest we went into the pub for a fish platter to share which was really good. We had a chat with the owner who was telling us that in the four years he had owned the pub it had flooded twice; once a foot or so and the second time nearly three foot. Later we walked down to the river about 400 – 500m away. The river was about 6m below the high protective bank which in turn was  about 15m from the river so the amount of water to flood is huge. A slow stroll back with a lovely sunset sky and we retired to Billina for the night. Just after 11.00pm I went outside to see an almost clear sky and stood and watched for the meteor shower ‘promised’ over the next couple of days (perseid) but nothing was seen in over ten minutes or so; bed called. Perhaps I will see it over the next two nights if the skies are clear.

Golf 13th Century Style

Sunset Severn Stoke

Thursday 13th August (Day 3)
We saw our neighbours off, or rather they decided to knock on our door, when all the blinds were down, to tell us they would leave the cones out of the way if we could replace them. Anyway, a bit later we moved off about 15 miles to Ledbury to get a few items from a Tesco supermarket and then walk around the town, known as the ‘magpie’ town as there were many black and white wooden houses. We found the Tescos and parked up, after negotiating a very narrow street, well only because of parked cars. A quick bit of shopping then into town which was a few minutes stroll away. The high street was the main area and had an ‘old’ feel to it. Three butchers, a couple of greengrocers, a gun and game shop oh and a shop full of polish groceries. It was a pleasant walk. We then walked up a small side alleyway that led to the church where the Battle of Ledbury (1645) ended. Indeed, in the 1900’s they removed lead shot from the church door from this battle. Back to the high street and we noticed that the market hall was open to the public. We just had to find the ‘painted house’ to get someone to open it for us. We found it and entered to find….no one. We went upstairs and soon a lady came up and we had a private tour of the painted house first. This is a 15th century house where recently some builders who were asked to do some work found underneath the paint and plaster that the walls were painted to look like Tudor draped walls. So it was  late 1500 house decoration and the colour and design could still be seen. The house, it is believed, was lived in by the town Constable and his family, Constable Skull. We then were taken to the Market hall which again harks back to the 1500’s. Again a great and unexpected experience. We then returned to Billina and made our way to the Three Counties Showground, Malvern which is to be our resting place for the next few days; it is a Western Show with cowboys, cowgirls, red indians, wild west shows and much more- and lots of motorhome items that the sellers hope we cannot live without. Having arrived at the show ground we found that our place had been reserved by some friends so when all arrived there would be some ten or so ‘good mates’ all together. We spent time walking about, chatting and catching up until one of the group decided it was time for an aperitif – only 4.00pm!. Sue then decided that she had enough bolognaise to feed the six of us so Resa and Chris went off to cook pasta for six. This impromptu meal was great and the rest of the evening was spent chatting, laughing and drinking until about 11.30pm when we all turned in. Still no rain but the threat was still there.

Ledbury ‘Magpie’ Town

Friday 14th August (Day 4)
Last night I spoke too soon. In the early hours it started to rain and it has continued into the morning, quite heavily. After a very late breakfast we sat around wishing the rain to stop. Even the Malvern Hills were obscured by cloud. By about 11.00am it was just very light rain so we decided to venture to the stalls etc in the show ground. Our first trip was to get the gas point arranged to be fitted and then walk the rest of the show. A meet up with the others for a pint and chips (we know how to live) and then back to the show again. By soon after 3.00pm the rain had returned so we caught the shuttle bus back to the MH for a cup of tea and planning for the evening. After the evening meal we all went up to one of the large halls / sheds where there was entertainment. As the main show was a western theme it was country and western music with lots of people dress for the part; cowboys, red indians and ‘ladies of the night’ or tavern girls, undertakers, even the Lone Ranger and Tonto. A prize was given to the best dressed man, woman, couple and child. It was a good evening, if a little different. By about 11.30pm we were back and went in to sleep for the night.

Western Life

Lone Ranger & Tonto

Saturday 15th August (Day 5)
We were up to be greeted by sunshine; the rest of the day alternated from warm sunshine to cool and cloudy but no rain. After breakfast we walked up to catch a bus into Malvern town. Here we walked about the small shopping area, including a small farmers maket. We also visited the Malvern Priory. It is claimed that this is where C S Lewis walked out of of the priory and as he looked he saw a lampost lit in the dark and this became the lamp post in The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe where the children met Mr Tumnus, the fawn. He certainly was around the area (C S Lewis not Mr Tumnus) and the door leading out of the church behind the altar led to a second door that actually went outside and so made a small room or wardrobe feel and the lamp certainly is like that in the story, but who knows. A bit later we visited the Foley Arms for a beer and some lunch before catching the bus back to the show ground. We then had a stroll around and looked at a few of the motorhomes (nothing we liked) before returning to sit and chat before a BBQ was had, testing our new gas point on the moho. By about 8.00pm we were back for round two of the country and western evenings and it was similar (very) to last night, with lots if laughter. 11.15pm saw us back at the MH and we watched our eldest son, Richard, on live stream play for Bermuda in the quarter finals of a sevens international rugby match. Unfortunately they lost! Then it was time for bed but first the loo needed emptying. That was quickly done but as I was getting back into the motorhome i noticed our two chairs were ‘missing’; some thieving b*****d had taken them, not happy!

Sunday 16th August (Day 6)
The morning started with us checking that the fairies hadn’t brought our chairs back….nope. After breakfast we went up the the show to track down two replacements. A general stroll around, followed by a bit of sun bathing at midday. Nothing much then happened until 6.00pm when we had a BBQ for six of us. Alas by 8.00pm, while not cold, it had cooled down and everything was getting damp. So we retired to the MH and chatted the evening away.  Not sure how, think it may have been a pool match yesterday, but our son and his Bermudan team were in the finals tonight (midnight). We watched it, intermittently due to poor internet, and they won! Not only an international rugby son but a winner!

Monday 17th August (Day 7)
We awoke to another good day and started with a cooked breakfast. Then It was time to say our goodbyes and off we went. It took almost twenty minutes just to get out of the show ground due to the sheer numbers of motorhomes. Then it was a fight in quite heavy traffic until we got to the M5 after which it was a good ride home.

Trip 23 – Newark, York and Derbyshire

Wednesday 20th May (Day 1 )

We left for the where Billina is kept and transferred everything from the car to the motorhome; filled up with water and were off by about midday. We had a good drive to the Denby pottery shop in Derby, despite the heavy showers. By 3.00pm we were shopping in the store and got a good result, in that things we were after were reduced even more. A short drive followed, well an hours drive to our stop at (sorry for some motorhomers who do not like swearing) Brownhills of Newark. We were well received; the security welcomed us by name ; we were directed to the overnight stop and had free electric hook up. All sorted and settled by 5.00pm. A curry evening meal followed then we sat and watched the tv. We were only about 100m from the A1 but it was not really noisy enough to cause a nuisance.

Thursday 21st May (Day 2)

A restless night was had and by 8.00pm we were up breakfasted; washed and dressed. Off to the Service Reception to book the MH in. We then perused the showroom MH’s before walking into Newark. We had been here before, from the Newark Show, but almost everything was closed last time. We hoped this would be a better experience. It was, sort of! There was a small market and the shops were all open. There was a small indoor shopping arcade and some ‘nooks and crannies’ with shops in. Quite a few were not the ‘normal’ high street’ chains which was nice but time did seem to creep along. A rest of the legs and a nice coffee (in big soft comfy seats) boosted our energy and off we went again. A walk of a part of the civil war route uncovered…….. well not a lot. A visit to the castle (only one side remaining), then off to the sensory garden (closed). Brownhills then rang to confirm things were going well and about 3.00pm Billina should be ready. We were by now fairly peckish so a pork, stuffing and apple sauce roll was had, which was h-u-g-e. We then decided to walk down to the river and the lock to sit in the sunshine for a while watching the world go by …. well one narrow boat. By 1.30pm we agreed to stroll back to the MH ‘surgery’ where we looked at some of the second hand motorhomes and the accessory shop. By about 3.30pm the work was complete, papers signed and off we went. (No money changed hands as Rapido paid.) Our next stop was just under two hours drive to just outside of York. As we approached York we were given a treat as flying in circuits overhead was the Vulcan V-Bomber. A truly great site as it lumbered slowly around us. We eventually arrived at our next stop (pub car park). It was listed as taking four MH’s but if it did it would take quite a large proportion of the car park. We drove in and then had to reverse out onto the road to reverse back into the car park in order to tuck ourselves away down the bottom end. Again we were warmly received. We went in for a pint and a bar meal which was really good value. It is a busy local village pub with twenty plus at the bar when we went in and a further twenty eating, not bad for a Thursday early evening. Not a bad day all-in-all; no issues with the MH; a pleasant day (weather also); the flight of the Vulcan; and a good bar meal.

Friday 22nd May (Day 3)

The usual start, cup of tea; chat; shower; breakfast. Then by just after 9.00am we left the pub and drove just a few miles to a ‘Park and Drive’ at a designer outlet village. (York has several of these Park and Rides all of which accept motorhomes and are free – just pay for the bus ride.) £2.80 return each and we were deposited in the centre of York. First stop was the Tourist Office. We then walked to the Jorvik Centre. Here we looked at the history of York and The Vikings which go back to around 40AD. It also involved a ride in a ‘time capsule’ which slowly went around a mock up of Viking York, including the smells (even a viking using a toilet). The houses had long narrow plots with the backyard having a rubbish hole, water well and toilet. This mix made the water, at best, suspect. As a result Vikings mainly drank beer as this was safer (even the children). After this we walked towards ‘The Shambles’ an old street with buildings from a long gone era. Before this we wanted a bit of refreshment and saw a building called St Crux which was an old church. In it we found a cafe where two mugs of tea and two sausage rolls costing £3. Then it was the “Shambles’. Most of the shops in York are unique, although the main high street shops are present, the number of independents is huge. A walk then to York Minster was next. As we arrived it was time for a guided tour to start which we joined. The following tour was both informative and interesting. It is the largest cathedral north of the Alps and the building started in 1100 and was ‘finished’ in 1470, although many changes and repairs have occurred since. Originally it was must lower as the arches were rounded but when it was discovered that a pointed (Gothic) arch could support more they entered into a redevelopment of the cathedral. First the South and North wings, then the West and finally the East all meeting at the central tower. (York Minster also has had its own police force since 1829 – when the ‘Peelers’ started in London). A walk over the river to the National Railway Museum was next (free entry). This had a wide range of carriages, locomotives and railway paraphernalia where we spent about an hour or so. Our next activity was a walk along the old castle walls, a good way to get around, missing the crowded streets and we were treated again to the Vulcan bomber flying overhead. By now feet were sore and legs weary so it was time to catch the bus back. By 4.15pm we were off to tonights stop over a ‘certified site’ (Camping & Caravanning Club). We arrived and were warmly welcomed by the owner. One other unit was on site and we, being second, were the second unit ever to use the site as it was newly opened. A field with a pleasant view, electrics and water on each ‘pitch’ all for £12 per night.

The Shambles

Pullman Carriage

Saturday 23rd May (Day 4)

A lazy start to the day as breakfast was only just before 10.00am. We then got the bikes off the back of the MH and prepared for a ride. We had planned a 18 – 20 mile cycle ride with Easingwold being the halfway point. The weather was sunny although a slight chill was felt when cycling, at least initially. The country roads were quite quiet. We soon, however, arrived a a toll bridge. 40p for cars; £1 for other vehicles but bikes free. We had to queue but it only took a few minutes and then we were off over a wooden rickety bridge – wonder where the money was going? Eventually we arrived a Easingwold and had a mooch about. An Art Fayre, the shops and the church. The first vicar of the church was in 1293, although the church we were in was not the original as it was 15th century (Norman). It was colourfully painted and also had a coffin in it for the use of ‘the poor’. A re-usable coffin – how green. I suppose they put the body in, said a few prayers, walked out to the hole in the ground and then tipped the poor person in returning the coffin for its next customer. A quick pint and then a cycle back by a different route. On arriving back we lazed in the sunshine for a couple of hours, resulting in a bit of sunburn on my knee! We then freshened upas we were being picked up by Chris’ brother and his new ‘girl’ friend who were whisking us away to a local pub for a meal. We arrived at the Blue Bell in Arkendale and had a drink while trying to choose from a menu that sounded all good. Being picky I am not a fan of menus with words like ‘Jus’ and ’emulsion’ )as in ‘cider jus’ and ‘white wine emulsion’). However that seems to be the norm now so it is my problem. What followed was a great tasting meal that all enjoyed. The time flew by with chatter and laughs. At the end of the meal we were driven back and we all had some cheese and pickle with us saying goodbye just before midnight.

It’s Not the cough that carries you off; it’s the Coffin that carries you of in!

Sunday 24th May (Day 5)

Some heavy rain during the night but we got up (late) to a dry cloudy day. We packed away and by just after 10.00am we were off to out next stop in Shardlow. A good run saw us joining the Camping and Caravanning Club meet of the West Midlands section at the Marina Campsite. £7.50 a night while others on the same site were paying £16 plus, a bargain. After settling down we has a snack and then went for a walk along the Trent and Mersea Canal. We managed to find a circular route bringing us back after about two hours. We decided as we were here for three days to put the sun awning and sides up so we could, if the weather obliged, cook and eat out. Today the weather was not, as it was chilly, so we cooked and ate in the MH. It was early so a walk to a pub was decided upon and we arrived at a pub that had a theatre group,associated with the canals, performing.We were almost two hours into their production so left. A walk along the canal to a pub called The Malt and Shovel. This pub had a live act playing trumpet and synthesiser (not together) who was really good and there was free food also. When his session finished we walked back and turned the tv on and were treated to a programme of famous singers, honouring and singing songs of Stevie Wonder – Ed Sheeran, Beyonce, Annie Lennox, John Legend, Lady Gaga to name but a few. Normally we would have probably missed that but it was just magic; you forget how many great songs the man wrote / sung.

Monday 25th May (Day 6)

Another dull start. A slow start for us and after breakfast we went for a short walk followed by a sit and a cup of coffee. Eventually we decided to go for a cycle ride. We cycled along cycle paths to Castle Donington which is only a short distance. We looked around the town which was quite unremarkable. We then continued cycling away from our ‘base’ and arrived at Donington race track and museum. We had a cup of tea and a piece of cake in the cafe. As I am not a petrol head nor an aficionado of Formula 1 (it is just an engineering procession not race for me) we baulked at paying almost £20 to look at the grand prix cars. Deciding to make our way home we returned to our bikes only to find my rear tyre was flat. An inspection found nothing in the tyre and the problem was with the base of the valve. We still cycled back, via the Co-op, but it meant four stops to re-inflate the tyre and me leaning forward over the handlebars to reduce as much weight off the rear of the bike. On our return we had a tea and I replaced the inner tube. It was still overcast and not overly warm so we had a walk along the canal to the pub opposite last nights pub. Well we decided that we should spread our spending among the local businesses. We sat and watched the final of the match to decide who would go into the Premiership next season, Norwich beat Middlesborough. Although we were a long way from Middlesborough there were a few sad faces around. Back at the MH we BBQ’d and the sun then made an appearance.

Tuesday 26th  May (Day 7)

A bit of a windy night and, unrelated, a late get up. The sun was shining but also kept being covered by clouds. Sunshine = nice and warm; cloudy = not so. After cooking breakfast outside and eating, it we decided to walk along the canal. A pleasant three plus mile walk along the canal, and the same back. Upon return we sat in the sunshine for a while contemplating our next move. By just before 2.00pm we agreed on a trip into Derby. The cost was enough to buy the bus, I thought. Having arrived we first found ourselves in a covered market which led into a major shopping centre. A stroll around and we soon found ourselves outside.We decided to have a look at the cathedral ambled towards it, only to find that weekdays it is shit for major building works. Her ho; we continued around the streets looking at the old buldings and many public houses. We then found ourselves at the museum, which was free. So in we went. A eclectic mix of items, flint arrows and axes, pottery, stuffed animals, dinosaur bones, mummies, even a Lowry painting. It whiled away a hour or so. We continued our walk around the city and decided to return back to the MH. We got on the bus only for it to breakdown, before we left fortunately so we sat a short while until the next bus arrived and transferred over. We were back by just after 5.00pm. As we are moving off tomorrow we loaded the bikes on the back and packed everything away to make things quicker tomorrow. We walked to a local pub for a meal and two steaks meals with a bottle of wine for £20 was a good deal. We then went up stairs to enjoy a pint with some real old fashioned Trad Jazz – absolutely brilliant. Eventually we returned to retire for the night.

Wednesday  7th May  (Day 8)

Last night we decided to make home our destination for today and so the God Of Motorhomes made this the best day of the last seven. After an slow start we packed and emptied grey and black waste. We said our goodbyes and then off we went. 130 miles home and a totally clear run the whole way. Home by 1.30pm and van emptied and cleaned by 4.00pm.

Trip 22 – Somerset and Cornwall plus

Tuesday 5th May (Day 8)

Well there surely cannot be any more wet in the skies after last night; can there? We had breakfast and then moved off to Tintagel, arriving about 11.15am. Hooray, Tintagel likes motorhomes; every car park had spaces and you could stay overnight As such the local economy gained around £50 and that was just from us; when will local councils learn this lesson? We had a coffee then set of for the castle. £14 pound to get in and it looked nothing special so we carried on walking to the church on the hill, St Materiana. This in the teeth of a gale force wind. It was a pleasant church to while away a few minutes, especially as it enabled us to dodge the rain. We then walked over the cliff tops a way and back into the village. Our next destination involved us walking through the village about two miles to ‘Rocky Valley’. This was a deep cleft in the rocks that led to the sea and a river ran down it tumbling over rocks and small waterfalls. Partway down was a ruined mill and a rock with two labyrinth’s carved into it that were over 14,000 years old – Bronze Age. Another spell of hiding a a rock face to avoid the rain before we made our way back up the valley. St Nectan’s Glen and waterfall was next. It looked about half a mile but was well over a mile being mountain goats slipping and sliding up a muddy path. When we got there a cup of tea was in order (no alcohol sold). This again coincided with a great deluge of rain. Then we had to pay to get to the waterfall! This involved donning wellington boots and walking down a slippery path to a large pool area that you walked in with a sixty foot waterfall. All around were small towers built of stones resting on one another and ‘wishing ribbons’, slates inscribed with peoples names who have died or articles related to them – a cigarette lighter, a key ring etc. With the rushing of the waterfall it had a strange atmosphere. We then had the prospect of the walk back – nearly four miles of up hill and down dale. Fortunately we found a footpath that cut about a mile off of this. Back to the high street and fighting the near gale force wind we made a few purchases before retiring foot weary for a rest.

  
 Wednesday 6th May (Day 9)

A rockin’ and a rollin’ night it was with winds gusting over 40mph. That said a good nights rest was had. After breakfast we moved off on way to Mainstone,Plymouth to see some of Chris’ relatives. We drove along ‘The Atlantic Highway’ (I kid you not). If you on a pogo stick bouncing on a trampoline on the roof of our van you might, very occasionally, see a bit of water. Anyway a good drive over the Tamar Bridge (£3.70) to get out of Cornwall and then park up beside Chris’s aunt’s house. The rest of the day was spent there catching up. lunch then dinner, David and Debbie Chris’s cousin and wife popped round to see us. At 10.30pm we went and slept in the MH.

Thursday 7th May (Day 10)

We awoke to madness. A yellow thing was in the sky. Natives were walking around discarding garments and squinting upwards at the weird ‘devil in the sky’. We ourselves opened a window as we felt an uncomfortable warmth. After emptying the loo and grey waste and refilling the water we left with a quick Asda stop bound for Bideford. We had a lovely drive skirting the Dartmoor with the bright yellow gorse all around and then twisty country roads with all manor of colours and quirky little villages. Indeed we passed such ‘interesting’ places as ‘Paperweight World’, ‘Barometer World’ and ‘Gnome Land’. Despite the excitement this all generated we bravely continued until ‘Riverbank Long Stay Car Park’, Bideford arrived before us. (£3 all day parking and £5 all night- pay for spaces occupied.) By some judicious forward and backing we managed to just get in between one set of white lines and were only a foot into the drive area – a result. It was time for a quick snack and a tea before unloading the bikes to tackle the ‘Tarka Trail- a disused railway line. We cycled almost 11 miles to an organic cafe. 11 miles that was 90+% uphill, past the Puffin Billy stop and onward and upward. After a tea we set off on the return journey (11 miles almost all down hill – hooray). A stop or two to put on waterproofs then take off and by 4.30pm we were back. Being gluttons for punishment a walk in town was agreed upon. As we walked around so the shops closed – I must say that the town did not inspire me (sorry Bidefordians). We returned to the MH, after a quick pint of Doombar, and sat with legs shaking from the days efforts. After a brief rest we decided to eat; don’t you know things are going wrong when you shake some Italian herbs in the stir fry and the top comes off! It was then time to chill and watch the ‘comings and goings’ at the polling station at the end of the car park and later the results programme.

 

The Tarka Trail

Friday 8th May (Day 11)

A good nights rest. The weather was not promising and so a longer journey was agreed. Our destination was the Gower in Wales. The start of the journey was going well until we stopped in traffic. 30 minutes later we got to some road work traffic lights. Two things to comment; firstly the traffic in the other direction was a queue of less than ten vehicles whereas our way was over three miles; and secondly to add insult to injury as we approached the road works finished and the lights were removed. After that the trip was trouble free. £6.50 to enter Wales over the road bridge and then no problems to our destination, Bank Farm Leisure, Horton ACSI site on the Gower. A good location with, if things were brighter, a lovely view. Having settled we went for a walk of about four to five miles over the headland with a bracing wind. A pint in the club followed by steak and chips in the MH rounded off a day of quite appalling weather although things are meant to be better tomorrow.

Saturday 9th May (Day 12)

Some quite heavy rain during the night but …..Hooray sunshine and blue skies welcomed us in the morning. After breakfast and a long shower in the shower block on the site we spoke to the owner about staying over our allotted time. It was fine. We then kitted up and went for a coastal walk towards Oxwich. We soon realised that we had underestimated the warmth and were taking of tops etc and carrying them. The walk was literally along the coast with sweeping hills of bracken and rock one side and sparkling blue seas breaking on the rocks the other side. We met nobody for over an hour and a half and then it was as if a coach party had disembarked. Soon after we entered a wooded area and the up hill climb was significant and we had to stop partway on a convenient log. This part of the walk was full of bluebells and wild garlic (white spikey flowers). Eventually we arrived at some slippery steps going down – over two hundred. (The thought of the return was already weighing heavily on my mind.) At last some civilisation in the guise of a hotel on Oxwich Bay. A cup of tea and some water and a chat to some people we saw earlier on our walk who arrived from a different direction. After a chat we decided on an alternative return route (avoiding the dreaded steps). A walk up a steep hill to Oxwich Castle and then on towards a village called Slade which in turn led us to a footpath back home. This involved along steep descent until we rejoined the coat path. A much shorter route. Over four hours in total. A quick tea in the MH followed by the ’empty grey; empty black’ fill with water’ routine and then we were off over the Gower to the Hendy. A journey of about an hour. We arrived and were met by our friends Peggy and Huw who had arrived back from London some two hours earlier. We reversed into their parking area (just) and then much chatting, dinner and drinking followed until 11.00pm when we all turned in as we had a busy day tomorrow.
Sunday 10th May (Day 13)

After a fairly good nights rest we got up and showered etc in the house. We then had to move the MH out of the drive to get the car out and then reverse back in, a tight operation. The four of us went to the local chapel for the service, the only English speaking one in the area. A total of fifteen people present including the vicar with an average age of around 60+ (and that is counting two three week old children). Next was a visit to two of their friends off tomorrow to Canada to visit their daughter and (soon to be) grandchild. We had booked a meal at a pub /restaurant in the Mumbles for 5.00pm and before that, behind the pub, was some gardens we strolled around and for 45 minutes sat and listened to the Swansea Concert Band who were pretty good. We had a nice meal and then returned to watch the recording of the Rugby, Llanelli v Cardiff. Some catching up with children on Skype and a bit of wine was next until it was time to give in and seek some rest.

Monday 11th May (Day 14)

After breakfast we went for a three mile circular walk along the coast at Pwll (pronounced Pooth – well that’s the nearest I can get to it). Back to the house and a tea followed by a walk in to Pontadulais town (the Bont) and a bit of shopping for the trip homeward tomorrow. Our friends then treated us to a nice roast dinner followed by cheese and port. Chatting the night away until almost midnight.

Tuesday 12th May (Day 15)

After breakfast we said our goodbyes and just before 10.00am we were off on a slow trip home. Our first stop was only an hour away, Castle Coch. This is just off the M4. The base is an old castle but in the mid-18th century a local man (adjudged at the time to be the richest in the world) decided to build his own ‘castle’ on the base. “Money, nor time is an object, as when a project is finished I grow tired and move on”. The result is a fascinating building and worth an hour or so. Next was another hours journey to Chepstow (a castle). This time a real castle in all its ruined glory. The car park stated no vehicles over 2.5t and, being 3.7t we were not sure what to do. The answer (from Monmouthshire Parking). “Don’t worry park up and pay for the bays you use. Two bays; two hours; Two pounds – a bargain. Next a bit more culture a 6 mile trip up the beautiful Wye Valley to Tintern Abbey. First built in the 11th century by Cistercian monks it was an impressive, if ruined, structure. Three pound to park all day and three pound off any item bought in the shop or pub; another bargain. Next a short three mile drive to The Sloop Inn at Llandogo. A sloping car park close to the river. We then went for a walk along the river towards Tintern Abbey and were blocked so we returned and tried to walk up the hill but again the footpath just disappeared. Back to the river and a walk along the in the other direction. All in all about two hours before returning to the MH. No TV Signal so we sat listening to the radio before having a meal in the pub.

How True?

 

Wednesday 13th May (Day 16)
After a good night we awoke to a sunny day (must be the day we go home). We opted for the longer journey through the Wye Valley and Forest of Dean and A40 rather than M4. It was a good drive home and we arrived at 2.00pm

Trip 22 – Somerset and All Points West – 1

Tuesday 28th April (Day 1)

We had to remain at home in case a furniture man came but by 10.30am we got the call that they could not attend. By just after 11.00am we had left. Our first stop was at the local public weighbridge to check our weight. This is something that we do occasionally to check we have not had ‘weight creep’; where a few items added and a few more added can, overtime,  make your vehicle too heavy. I am always at a loss with regards to people who disregard this important part of motorhoming and caravanning. We weighed 3680Kg with a load maximum of 3700Kg and neither axle was overweight either so we were ok. It was then off around the M25 then the M4 and M5. The only problem on the journey was along the M4 where the eastbound was closed and part of the westbound also. We saw a poor person trapped, it would appear, under an overturned cement lorry. Hopefully it was worse than it looked. It delayed us about 30 minutes but, having regard to the person injured, small beer for us. Around 3.30pm we were parked up in the pub car park near Clevedon, Somerset. The pub was closed so we parked up had a cup of tea and then went for a walk. A great walk in the sunshine over the local hills and through some woods full of bluebells and the well known other flower, ‘the white spikey one’. (STOP PRESS: On 5th May we found the white spikey flowers were wild garlic.) It was really pretty. Back at the MH we had a cooked meal and then strolled over to the pub where there is a great selection of real ales. Back to the MH for a nightcap then zzzzzzzzzz.

Wednesday 29th April (Day 2)

Somerset + Highbridge Caravans = Rain. Awoke to absolute stair rods of wet. A quick breakfast then the 30 minute drive to the MH repair shop. As usual a lovely welcome (like we were old friends). We then jumped in the hire car and went to Glastonbury for some culture. Unfortunately Clarks Village (an outlet shopping place) was between us and culture so shopping it was! Just before midday we drove to Cheddar. (Haven’t been to cheddar in 25 plus years then this is our sixth visit in five weeks!) We parked up and walked to Gough’s Cave where we had booked a caving experience. We were soon kitted up in overalls, boots, helmet and light, harness and carabiner and ready for the off. There were five of us, including the guide. What followed was a real experience that we (a) were a bit in dread of and (b) thoroughly enjoyed. We squeezed through tiny gaps, slid across ice smooth rocks, climbed and descended ladders all by headlamp light. At one point we all sat still and quiet with the lights off and just listened to the sounds of the cave – truly magical. 90 minutes later, muddy, wet but elated we emerged and I have no idea what the public must have thought of us. Back to change then a much needed cup of tea before returning to Highbridge to collect our MH. A short 40 minute drive followed to our next stop followed – The Green Dragon in Combe St Nicholas. The pub was shut so we parked up in a corner and strolled across the road to a small shop for bacon for breakfast tomorrow. In the 150m walk I ‘lost’ the van keys twice! The second time a local found them; lucky or what? By just before 7.00pm we went over for a much needed meal and some Buttercombe bitter which all went down a treat. While there we were joined by another couple who were travelling from Cornwall to a Steam Fair (somewhere) and we had a good chat until tiredness decided we should return ‘home’ which we duly did for a few minutes tv then bed.

Thursday 30th April (Day 3))

We woke up to sunshine. After breakfast we cycled into Chard. As we started to peruse the shops there was a powercut! We decided to go for a stroll. We went into the main church. Two of the stained glass windows were unsual in that they were devoted to females; one of them had Queen Elizabeth of Hungary, the Queen of Sheeba and the third person I cannot remember! A coffee and some shopping, when power was restored, then a cycle back to have a rest and await the motohome alarm man who is coming to sort our alarm out. It is a hill area for cycling here and we got backed quite puffed. Having got back to the pub the landlord informed us of an old railway line cycle route to Illminster….. just a bit late. We sat around in the MH waiting for the alarm man who arrived at about 4.15pm. A really nice and knowledgable chap who I would not hesitate to recommend to anyone. In 20 minutes the problem was identified, rectified and quick guide / lesson in identifying and remedying problems given to me along with an alarm part to sort most future problem if they occur. By about 4.45pm we were off. First stop was for diesel as we had less than 30 miles in the tank. It was then all stations go. We had identified a potential ‘wild’ spot by Venford Reservoir a journey of about an hour. Having turned off the A38 we reached a sign saying ‘Not suitable for vehicles over 7′ 6″; being 8’ 0″ wide we did the sensible thing and ignored it (well it was only advisory). Over a very narrow bridge on a double bend and the odd stop to squeeze past other vehicles brought us to a car park by the reservoir. A lovely spot surrounded by Dartmoor in bright sunshine. Having parked we went for a walk for half hour or so over the moor and by the water. Then it was time to prepare some food – well is was gone 7.00pm and food would not be until at least 8.00pm.

  

Friday 1st May (Day 4)

Some rain and light winds during the night but, as we are wild camping it was extremely dark and quiet. A cooked breakfast and then off to meet with some old friends. We continued on the road we were on last night as we thought that going via Two Bridges would be best. We were correct – sort of. We had a lovely drive over the moor which would have been better with sunshine until………….. we went down into a valley and had to cross a bridge. The road was quite narrow and the bridge even more so. The turn on it was difficult to the point that some to-ing and fro-ing was needed and the navigator had to get out and see me forward. We had less than 2 inches to spare on the turn – not a lot. Eventually we were over and off again. Due a warning of some problems we diverted on another route. Through Tavistock which is a place to visit another time I think. Eventually we arrived at Trago Mills and for those who do not know about this place it is a cross between John Lewis and B&Q – a lot of items at keen prices. Also, as was expected, it was bedecked in the Mauve of Ukip. A bit of shopping and then the last leg to just outside Tregony where we were going to stay for a few days. The approach road was MH width and the entrance (grass and uphill) which proved v-e-r-y difficult. Wheel spinning on the grass and, helpfully, a light on the dashboard informing me of the lack of grip – quite a redundant ‘information’ light. Still we managed it with a bit of the grass bank in tow and setup with a cuppa before Linda (one of the friends) arrived and we had a quick chat – well 90 minutes or so. About 6.30pm we strolled over to their house (a converted barn) and drove the short distance into Tregony for a meal at the local pub. A nice meal and a chat followed by a drive back and then we sat in their living room with a glass of wine catching up more. About 10pm one of their daughters (Abbie) arrived from Bristol and talk then continued until just gone midnight.

Saturday 2nd May (Day 5)

It is the first day of the Bank Holiday Weekend so that can only mean one thing……..rain – lots of it with strong wind also. After breakfast we had a chat about what to do today. While doing so the rain eased up to ‘mizzle’ (mild drizzle). We borrowed Martin and Linda’s small car and drove to Meva (Mevagissey). The satnav took us a roundabout route and every turn seemed to be into Tregorny Hill. We eventually ignored it and did something novel – followed the road signs. We parked up and spent a couple of hours on a cliff walk, in the museum and the lanes of shops. Here we had our first Cornish pasty  – very disappointing it seemed to be all potatoe and no meat. We they drove to Fowey (pronounced ‘Foy’). We parked in the top car park outside of the town. A steep walk down to the harbour side followed. More shops and a pint in a pub was the order of the day. The walk back up to the car was another work out for us. By now it was 4.00pm so we drove back.

Sunday 3rd May (Day 6)

Rain……. Heavy….. Not nice. And so this is the start of the ‘Bank Holiday’ Sunday. We sat around and talked and read, waiting for Martin and Linda’s Daughter and son-in-law and two children to arrive. Eventually with the rain stopping we received the call that they had arrived and a walk in St Mawes was the order of the day with, perhaps, some sandcastles. Off we all went and arrived at St Mawes, which is quite ‘up-market’. We parked up and then Martin remembered he had not put the meat in the oven to cook so off he went.We all went to the park and Ruby (4) went on the swings, slides, ‘adventure walk’ etc. Jasmine (2 weeks) did not. The rain returned and we took shelter in a wooden playhouse. When it eased off we walked to the sailing club for a coffee and to warm up as it was a blustery day and the beach, with the wind onshore, was too cold. We then made our way back home and talked until a great Sunday meal was presented – pork with crackling to die for. More drinks and chatting continued with one of the daughter mixing great cocktails. Bed came around 1.00am – I think!

Monday 4th May (Day7)

Up and sorted; slowly. Got a phone call from the next friends we were going to be meeting that they would pick us up at 10.0am. We hadn’t left and had a hours trip still. Eventually we drove to a pub just outside Falmouth, the Boslowick Inn. We parked and levelled and as if by magic Sharon and Tony arrived. First we showed them around our mobile ‘gin palace’ and then we went to see their new abode. It is a lovely house with some work needed but a garden that just went on and on – well down and down. We then had cake and tea and left for a walk to Trebah Gardens, where they work one day a week as volunteers, so we got in for free. This is a steep valley garden owned in the 1900 by the Healy family (they of the Austin Healy car). They sold out to a Major ‘ someone’ who bequeathed the gardens to a Trust on the understanding that he could live in the main house until he died – he is dead. The gardens were quite special – the tallest palm tree in the country the tallest this tree and that tree. There was a paper handkerchief tree, azeleas, rhododendron bushes it was a great garden which in four weeks or so would be even better. Back to their house for a Cornish cream tea before returning to the Boslowick Inn for a couple of drinks. We then said our goodbyes with the bank holiday weather continuing – heavy rain had returned. Back in the MH we watched the last of the world snooker championship in which the underdog Stuart Bingham beat Shaun Murphy 18 – 15. It was an entertaining last few frames.

Trip 21- Rutland Waters

Friday 10th April (day 1)

We set off around 10.00am with the intention of meeting Chris and Carolyn at Cambridge Services. We arrived and gave then a ring but, due to traffic they were still 30 minutes behind. We agreed to meet at ‘The Finches Arms’, Hambleton, so off we went again. The run was a good one and we arrived at 12.20pm. We found the pub car park heaving, and all the way around Rutland Water were cyclists and walkers. We parked in the lane and made a tea. The others arrived at 1.00pm. We decided to just go the last 5 miles to the site. We set up and cycled into the village and had a lunch and couple of pints at one of the local pubs. On the return to the site we visited St Mary’s church. In the grounds was a Union Flag surrounded by wooden crosses, about seven, with pictures of locals who died in WW1. It was very moving. One soldier survived the war and died serving in Europe in 1919 – of flu. After a quick visit in the church it was back to the site where we sat out in the sun and chatted. Later we retired to their MH and had a home prepared Thai curry, courtesy of Chris’ talents, which was great. More chatting and a few drinks and about 11.00pm we all turned in. The weather for tomorrow is not looking good.

Saturday 11th April (day 2)

As the day dawned the rain and wind came, light at first but then getting heavier before easing off again. After a shower in the main block and then a cooked breakfast we sat and hoped the weather would improve. Rutland Caravan and Camping site, affiliated to the Caravan Club is a good site. None of the poor and surly welcomes from the wardens or being bombarded with rules that others complain off just a warm welcome and information sheet. The site is split into two areas; one for families and one for adults only, with a toilet block for each. Both areas have hard standings and grass. So all in all a great site, especially with an indoor swimming pool. We came here with Chris and Carolyn as it is their first time away in the MH and they wanted a site with full amenities. This is not a site we would usually frequent but a change is always welcome. The cost is £26 a night. I then noticed that it is a ACSI Site and we could have stayed at much less! Hey ho, too late now but I must check things out more fully in future. By about 11.30 the sun was out and, although there was still a chilly breeze, it was good enough to be off on our bikes. A cycle along the lanes to Rutland Water and then off clockwise towards Whitwell and Normanton. At just over the six mile stage we stopped for a coffee. A discussion was then had whether to make our way back or go on to Normanton Church. A windy ride across the dam with the water sparkling and dozens of sailing boats and windsurfers skidding along the waters. Eventually we got to the church, without Carolyn as she waited for our return as it was a bit too far for her. Normanton church is on a small ‘island’ built into the waters. I have been to this small church a couple of times and each time, like today, it is locked and you can only peer into it. Today luck was on our side. There was to be a wedding and while walking around the church the bridesmaids arrived. I scooted in with them and took a few photos, a pretty church it is. Then it was the cycle home. We decided to stop at a pub in Exton. Fortunately, I decided to phone ahead – they were closed for renovation! We changed plans and went to ‘The Noel’ in Whitwell. A couple of pints and a rest, watching the Grand National, then the five miles back home. We got back just before the Oxford Cambridge boat race but, the distance was too far for Carolyn after her recent major surgery, and so they arrived later. We completed just over 19 miles, which as Chris had not cycled for many years was quite a feat. Even more of a feat was Carolyn’s who had a major operation not too long ago. This resulted in most uphills being walked but all-in-all an exceptional ‘Well done’ is due.

Sunday 12th April (day 3)

We had to be home prompt so left by 10.30am and drove home in a strong wind which moved us about a bit but had a fairly good drive home, Easter Monday was better for some reason. So 1.30pm saw us parked and unloading.

Trip 20 – Somerset

Wednesday 1st April (day 1)

Everything loaded and ready to go but things delayed due to Chris having to have an endoscopy. Not nice. By 4.10pm, a full hour later than expected, we were off; M25 / M4 / M5 is the route. We had not planned a place to stop overnight as it depends on traffic. A bit slow for a bit on M25 and again a collision on M4 resulted in some slow traffic. Despite this we made it to a pub stop in Cheddar, the Gardeners Arms, arriving at 8.30pm. We wereby now hungry and so went in for a much needed drink which was accompanied by an exceptionally good meal with an extremely welcoming and attentive landlord. This was followed by an earlier than usual night as we needed to be prompt up tomorrow.

Thursday 2nd April (day 2)

Away from pub by 9.00am and by 9.30am we were at the motorhome dealers, from whom we bought the MH almost 18 months ago, who were to look at a couple of issues we had. Our reception there was so friendly and helpful and with the offer of a car while the MH was in being looked at was most welcome and unexpected. We drove to Weston-Super-Mare and walked the shops and retail site, spending a bit of cash but, thankfully, not much. We then returned to the dealers to be told find that we would need to return toi them in a few weeks as some parts had to be ordered – which we expected. Another nice surprise was that, despite owning the motorhome for some 18 months the motorhome dealer agreed to pay half of the total cost of the repair. Having had the MH returned to us we returned to Cheddar, but a different pub, the Kings Head. We parked up and went for a walk into Cheddar town and then about seven miles up the Gorge and, back, some much needed exercise. A curry in the MH and then into the pub for a drink with a ‘jam’ session being promised. We walked in and immediately felt as if we had gate crashed a private party as there were a group of people in funny hats; one had a fox on his head; one a chicken; one a jesters hat and so forth. We were, however, made to feel welcome and it turned out that it was the ‘chickens’ birthday. They even had a ‘Despicable Me’ cake for the birthday boy. It was all very lively. The pub itself was small and, had the fire been alight, would have felt very snug and homely. We actually were quite tired so again an early night was the order of the day.

Friday 3rd April (day 3)

Quite a bit of rain during the night and the morning was overcast with low clouds / mist hiding the Gorge. After breakfast we drove up the route of yesterday’s walk. It was a pleasant route, we think, but would have been better with a view. We drove on to Wells where we parked and went to see the Cathedral. It was only a quick visit to the cathedral as at midday there was a THREE hour service – the choir weren’t daft though as they were only going to turn up for the last hour. While there Ash rang to say they were on the M5 passing Weston-Super-Mare. This prompted us to go back to the MH and drive to Burnham-on-Sea to meet up with them. We parked up and met them on a blustery beach. A walk to the amusements arcade on the ‘pier’ – reputedly the shortest pier in England and by just before 4.00pm we left them to go to our site. The site owners were not expecting us until next week! However, it is such a basic site that there was room for us. The hardstanding though was immediately through the gate and we had difficulty getting on it, but we did. We then cooked and were intending to cycle to the Ash and his ‘in-law family’ who were staying a couple of miles away but they contacted us and said that after going out for a curry they were all tired. So we stayed in Billina and watched some tv before sleeping ourselves.

Saturday 4th April (day 4)

We got up and had a ‘big boys’ breakfast. We cycled round to the others (about 2 miles away) and got there just as they were preparing to leave. We left our bikes and got into Ash and Hayley’s car and we were off (back) to Cheddar. This time we did the ‘tourist thing’; we visited the two caves (Gough’s and Cox’s); a tour bus ride up the Cheddar Gorge; and a walk up the cliff walk and a steel tower at the top. 274 steps to the top of the cliffs then up the tower where there was a good view over the Gorge and Cheddar itself. All of this was for a one off price of £18.95 per person, which seemed reasonable. Under 5 years old were free and  5 to 15 year olds £12; parking was £5 per day. Gough’s cave was an interesting walk with an audio guide and a taste of the history. This is a cave that you can go on a ‘real’ caving experience which goes beyond the public area and requires boots, overalls, helmets and lights and squeezing through some parts of the cave system. We intend to do that next time. Cox’s cave started off similar to Gough’s but had a twist that some young children may find scary. I will confess on one instance I really did jump. I will say no more so as not to spoil it for others but Tolkien spent time here withhis wife and the Lord of the Rings has some reasonance here.. On the open top bus ride Chris mentioned that today was our 44th anniversary – from the first time we went out together…..44th! We had a cream tea and bought a few things during the day, cheese (what else) and fudge. It was then back to the rented house and ‘Thunderbirds Are Go’ was watched – by the grown ups not children (except for 4 year old Justin). It was definitely not as good as the old puppet version and ‘Brains’ appears to have become Asian! We then all piled back into the cars and went to a pub at Brean and had a meal that was tasty, good portions and real value for money even if the surroundings were a bit ….. well noisy and chaotic; but we would go again. Back to the house and we said our goodbyes and cycled back to the MH for a glass of wine before bed.

  

Sunday 5th April (day 5)

The best day so far, weather wise, as we awoke to bright sunshine. We were due to be picked up but we were ready to leave before the others had appeared so we walked to the ‘Hideaway’ where they were staying. We got to the holiday house and soon were off in Ash and Hayley’s car to ……..Cheddar for the fifth day running. This was because, other than us, no one had seen the whole Gorge. After doing so we took a circuitous route back to Weston-Super-Mare. This is surely a place that in really hot weather and the summer season is an absolute nightmare to park and visit. We, however, parked easily. The seafront had a gathering of classic cars. There were several hundred and it was sobering to find that some of those on display were either makes and models we had owned or that I drove in the police! The beach was a good attraction also and time was spent with sandcastles; throwing of balls; ice creams; donkey rides and the like. Another walkabout the old vehicles followed by a ride on the big wheel and finally a fish and chip supper. Then it was back to the house, via our MH so we could cycle there. What followed was a chat and drink and a really good laugh. By about 10.00pm it was clear that, with the main group going for an early start to go to Longleat, that it was time to cycle home, which we did, liy by a full moon which was low on the horizon. It has been another good day where the adults have had fun and the children have had the same but also interacted well with each other. Tomorrow is the journey home.

Monday 6th April (day 6)

As usual the day we must traveel home, Easter Monday, is the best day for weather. Up and breakfasted and ready to go by just after 10.00am. The route is the reverse that here took here (M5 / M4 /M25). We had an unbeleivably easy run with no traffic delays at all. By just before 2.00pm we were shopping for dinner in the local Tesco. A successful trip.

 

Trip 19 – NEC And Onwards

Wedenesday 18th February (Day 1)

Off fairly prompt as we had to get to the site before 3.00pm (near Birmingham). Stopped off at Chris and Carolyns on way to the van to drop off some things they want for their motorhome (they are getting it in 6 weeks).Then to the mh where we transferred clothes, food etc; filled up with water and gave the outside a quick wash and by 11.15am we were off. We had a good easy run (A12 / M25 / M1 / M6 / M42) and arrived at Blythe Waters, Knowle by 2.20pm. Set up and went to make a tea to have with a snack and found that the kitchen tap was badly leaking. Mopped up and had a snack while telephoning mobile repairers. None could come until next week – even the emergency 24 hour one! One did give me an ‘idiots Guide’ to what is likely to be wrong; how to dismantle the tap; and where to get a replacement part. So off the chocks, cable in and a 35 minute drive to get said spare part. What a great place – Jacksons of Old Arley. A great big showroom full of camping bits that would rival, probably, our visit to the NEC Motorhome show tomorrow.However no spare bit as it was an ‘unusual’ size. The story of my life! We Then tried the caravan repair / sales place next door. Nothing doing. They referred us to another caravan place about a mile away. Again no joy but he suggested taking the part apart cleaning it; greasing it and reassembling. Drove back to the site and did exactly that. Put back into tap and ……..no leak. The only problem is that the tap, while working, does not work as it should, in that the arm that turn the water on should work if you lift it up and then left for hot; right for cold. Now lift it up and it is always hot.; leave it down and move it left or right for cold. Well it works but we will need to source a new bit.  We then decided to go to the pub – about a mile away. The next problem was that the electric gate would not open unless a vehicle approached it and neither Chris no I were heavy enough to convince it to do so. So a walk along the perimeter to locate a hole in the fence. Only thing we found was a marsh that we sank in.  Back to the van to change socks and shoes. I then went on a mission to find a escape route. Success. Across a car park, around a fishing lake; down to a river bank; through the undergrowth; and squeeze past the end of a bridge and a barbed wire fence. We were free! We then had a pleasant stroll to a pub and after a drink – well two – we made our way back to the mh. This time, being outside the gate the keypad could be reached so our return was much easier. A curry soon followed with a bit of tv watching before retiring for the night.

 

Thursday 19th February (Day 2)

A fairly good night sleep; a few planes coming into Birmingham airport and a few swans having an argument but none of it was  really a problem. We were up dressed and of to the NEC in about 15 minutes, even before a cup of tea. A short drive of about 7 miles and we were parked up near to the main halls. We then had our showers, breakfast and made some snacks for the NEC. It was then over to the bus stop and as we arrived so did the bus. This meant that with 15 minutes to go to opening we were standing waiting to get in. We then had just under six hours walking around. Part way through the day my mobile phone rang and it was some friends from a motorhome group that noticed on Facebook we were at the NEC as they were. We toddled of and met up with Pam, Keith, Ray and Lesley from MotohomeFacts and had a half hour natter. Back to trudging around the halls. We returned to the mh just before 4.00pm having spent about £90 on ‘things you could not possible live without’. On the plus side we did not find any mh we would wish to swap for ours, which is a comforting fact. We then drove back to Blyth Waters and parked up for the night. A good TV signal was had so we managed to find out who killed Lucy Beale!

 

Friday 20th February (Day 3)

Up soon after 8.00am. We were met by a crisp frost but we were nice and warm as toast. As I cooked too many potatoes yesterday we had fried tats, sausage, egg and bacon – luvverly jubbley. We emtied and filled and were off to Stratford-Upon-Avon. We have been there before but not for some 20-ish years. We drove to the park and ride only to find a height barrier prevented from getting in. The local council, however, have prepared a map / instructions of where we could park, which was behind the leisure centre right in the middle of the town. Well done Stratford. We parked up and walked to the river where we had a coffee. This was followed by a meander through the town which had some nice unique shops apart from the inevitable ‘Boots’, ‘M&S’ etc. We saw Shakespeare’s birth place, Anne Hatherway’s Cottage (She was pregnant when she married him which must have been quite a scandal at the time) and also his place of burial – so we saw the the lot – hatch, match and despatch. A bit of lunch in the mh and then off to Winterbourne Bassett to a pub car park. It was a two hour drive through the rolling hills of the Cotwolds – Moreton-in-the-Marsh etc. Quaint villages, Cotswold stone houses a very pleasant drive. We set up and went for a brief stroll down to the 13th century church which is apparently described as a ‘masterpiece’. It was a pretty little church, if cold inside and surrounded with hundreds of snowdrops. From the comments in the visitors book we are in’Hound of the Baskerville’ territory. Something I need to check up on to further my literary knowledge I suppose as, while knowing the story, do not know where ‘Baskerville Hall’ was set. After the short walk of less than a mile we returning to the mh and warned the goat, sheep and chickens that they should be quiet in the morning before going to the pub. In the White Horse Inn we had fish and chips which, while a bit expensive was really nice. Back to the mh for a lazy evening and tv watch.

 

Saturday 21st February (Day 4)

It was a cold cold night. We were warm as toast though. A nice hot breakfast and then off we went. In Devizes we  briefly stopped for a few items of food. Next was our destination for the night, The Three Magpies at Melksham, We set up and walked to the CC&C site behind us to see if the friends we met at the NEC had arrived. While they had arrived they were not there having walked along the canal to Devizes. We followed their route which involved walking up the foxhanger flight of locks. We had a stroll around and bumped into the friends near to the Wetherspoon pub and it seemed silly not to check it out. The other four had a meal and we sat with them and chatted with just a drink, not being hungry yet. While here it rained and we thought we would be getting wet on the return journey. Fortunately, the sun was out before we left. The four mile return journey was into a bitter cold wind. The canal path, muddy on the way up, was worse due to the heavy rain previously mentioned. Things got worse as it then started to rain followed by hailstones. After about 25minutes it stopped and the sun came out. A real mish-mash of weather. We retired to the mh to de-clag our shoes and hang our wet jackets up while having a much needed cup of tea. A bit later we had a stirfry and then met up with the others in the Three Magpies for the odd libation or two.

 

Sunday 22nd February (Day 5)

A very cold night, much more so than last night. Puddles were frozen solid and the cars and grass areas were white. Fortunately we were nice and snug. After breakfast we sat and chatted as the weather forecast was dire. Just before midday the threatened bad weather had not materialised so we decided to kit up and go for a walk along the towpath. A walk of about three quarters of an hour or one and a half in total with a stop in the middle at ‘The Barge Inn’ on the canal side. Even for a Sunday it was unbelievably busy. The walk back was in some wind and rain but, unlike yesterday, we were prepared and dressed for it. Back at the mh we had a snack and then sat and watched the tv until 6.00pm when we all gathered for a Sunday roast in the pub and another good chat. 9.00pm saw us back in the mh, just before the heavens opened and the wind picked up and rocked the mh before it was time to turn in. Tomorrow we are homeward bound.

 

Monday 23rd February (Day 6)

The weather during the night was really extreme. Heavy rain and winds that shook the mh. The morning was bright but the threat of rain was ever present. A quick pack, breakfast and then before 10.00am we were off. A really easy run home followed that saw our first stop at the traffic lights at Brooke Street – M25 / A12 junction.This meant that we travelled 160 miles non-stop, that is how our roads should be.