Final Practice – 2 Dayer!
The night before Mom and I went around Knigel trying to pack everything away so that it didn’t rattle. Greg was nursing a two-day hangover following his work leaving party, so he was lying on the sofa with Juno successfully avoiding us!
Saturday morning off we went 60 miles or so to Shrewsbury. The site has a long drive up to it and is in the most breath-taking environment, just fields upon fields upon fields. It has a swimming pool (that I vowed to use… but didn’t) a coarse fishing lake, cafe, restaurant and both touring and static pitches.
The site itself is very peaceful and the people that work there are really friendly. We parked up amongst mainly caravaners on a beautiful May morning, wall to wall sunshine. We were helped out with recommendations for dog walks and dog friendly pubs so set off on a 1.8 mile walk to the “Dog in the Lane” pub at Astley. I stuffed my face with curry and chips (you can take the girl out of Birmingham….) before heading back to our weekend home.
Our plan for the evening was BBQ sea bream, so Greg began setting up the new Cadac BBQ, unfortunately the spanner in the works this time was that we didn’t have the gas fittings to enable us to use the BBQ, so plan B…….Jamaican style halloumi and vegetables, salad and BBQ chicken thighs (for Greg).
Whilst looking at the BBQ, we realised that we were breaking caravan etiquette – having a German made motorhome we have our main door on the right hand side, behind the driver side (UK), which meant that if we reversed in, as told, we ended up next to the caravaners next door and it felt a little intrusive. We vowed to turn the motorhome around the next day.
Dinner was lovely, and we watched the final of Britain’s Got Talent. Juno was upset that the dog didn’t win, I wanted the cheeky singing chappy to win (he didn’t) but Greg thought that it was the right result for the magician.
The next day, we got up, had a leisurely breakfast, discovered that the grill doesn’t work, and then headed off to Haughmond Hill. I was map reading but kept drifting off and becoming engrossed in the lovely scenery. On the plus side it gave Greg plenty of opportunity to practice turning around Knigel in tight spots! Eventually we arrived and spent the next couple of hours on a walking trail through Forestry Commission land. It was a lovely walk, Juno found a couple of youngsters willing to throw sticks for her together with a couple of mud ponds to dive into. Greg and I managed to get lost and had to revert to Google maps – what will we be like in the rest of the world?
It was then back to the motorhome, where we repeated the meal from the night before and I set about writing articles for our blog. Juno made friends with everyone around us, securing a belly rub from a number of passers by.
All in all, this trip has been really successful and I’ve loved the simplicity of motorhome living. I feel relaxed and content. There is a family legend that my great grandmother was Romany gypsy, so maybe life on the road is in my blood!
On our final trip, what have we learnt?
- To buy and manage to read ordnance survey maps.
- Keep Juno away from mud ponds.
- Always have a plan B (for everything, but particularly food).
- I will always chose curry if it’s on the menu.