Trepidation had set in – 14 nights in a camper van with my 3
grandsons – it’s going to be tough but I think I’ll make it – they might not!
We left home at 11.30. After 150 yards we parked up and after 3 or 4 trips back to the house we were on our way. It was all a bit of a panic and the first 5 miles was spent stopping every mile or so to check that we hadn’t forgotten anything. We’d got as far as Reading and Lesley wanted to stop for a coffee at M&S services. She was complaining about traffic coming onto the motorway so I gave her some advice on driving. I wish I hadn’t. It was going to be a long journey.
We slowed as we approached Land’s End. Partly because of the narrow lanes and partly because of the massive bloody hills. The engine really laboured under the strain. Oh boy!
We got to to the site at 8pm and ordered dinner at the burger stand. It was quite good with a surprising variety of food. I settled for sweet and sour chicken with double rice and then ate everything the kids left.
We’re all living a bit too close for comfort in the camper van. Not much space and everything needs to be taken out to find anything.
The site showers weren’t up to much and when I got back to the camper van at midnight my sister-in-law Vicky was in bed asleep, Lesley had fallen asleep at the table – which was going to become our bed and the kids were arguing over the TV.
We assembled the bed. Mmm a solid mattress. I got a good 5 hours sleep and woke up as stiff as a board.
What would the following day hold?