Finished my blogs and then realised that there were several significant omissions, so a postscript required.
I DO camp. This is a significant statement in my relationship with Rosie, but I have to say it is all down to her. This summer’s adventure she did a fantastic job of getting us from home to Harwich, Hook of Holland to Amsterdam, on to Arnhem, then our fab weekend in Spa, onto Luxembourg, up to Utrecht and home. A grand trek for two old ladies and Dubber ie me, Rosie and my husband.
The relationship has grown and there is a certain respect for this campervan which lets face it is getting on a bit. This trip rather than any other we really feel that we enjoyed the indoors and outdoors experience. We were lucky with the weather so we could enjoy cooking and sitting outdoors especially in the evening which we couldn’t do on the Outer Hebrides trip last year. And we even popped her top to cool her down especially in Spa where it was 35 degrees, but actually most evenings she was quite cool having kept the sun out of the vehicle most of the day.
The only problem we really had, well me until the last night was the bugs. We struggled to keep them out and I have been the food of choice most of the summer for any insect which needed to bite. Having tried the citronella spray, lotion, Avon Skin so Soft and the hard stuff, nothing was really working. After several deaths by battering we thought we had got them all but woke on the last morning with one mosquito getting its own back with both of us covered in bites. All ideas for future defence systems welcome.
The other thing on this trip which became clear is that male campervan owners fettle. Now I have checked this in the dictionary and there is a term for checking and getting ready known as fettling. Well park up a campervan, get yourselves settled in and most women I have observed relax and enjoy the experience reading, chatting with other campervan owners, and just enjoy the moment. Men fettle.
There always seems to be something to be checking out, rubbing down, taking out, putting back, redoing, picking at, scratching ones head about, etc etc. Dubber fettles. It might be he’s off to fetch water for the van but it becomes fettling as the water might be needed for something on the van. The awning is standing up fine, but guys have to be checked and tent pegs redone; window trims are checked; paintwork wiped down………and then there was the reversing into a tree stump which cracked a rear light. That had to be fettled a few times even though we were nowhere near anywhere where we could fix it.
The term came into its on when we were at Spa with our friends to find that Keith fettles too. And the as you walk around campsites you realise that it’s all that you can see. They are all at it. Relax guys, you’re on holiday.
So lessons finally learnt this trip:
1 Men fettle
2 I Do camp
3 The battle lines are drawn between me and that damn bug
4 Dubber needs to practice card games more often – that’s all I’m going to say.