24 May


The Bank Holiday weekend is approaching so, of course, the weather has deteriorated. We considered ourselves very lucky yesterday, when we hitched the caravan up on our own for the first time, that the rain held off. The forecast wind, however, had already come in.

Perhaps we’re more sensitive to wind forecasts than most but we were considering delaying our departure when we heard it was predicted to hit between 20 and 40 mph. A search of the internet revealed that most people wouldn’t worry about towing at wind speeds under 40 mph and, as it was predicted to be worse the following day, we might as well go for it.

So, having moved most of the contents of the upper lockers and anything heavy over the axel, we cautiously set off for the Brecon Beacons, some 70 miles away. “70 miles? Is that all?” I hear you say. “That’s only a day sail away, I thought you wanted to explore”. True, but we have to be back in Hereford next weekend to have the caravan serviced so it didn’t seem worth going too far. Anyway, what’s the rush?

As it turned out it was just as well that we weren’t in any hurry. Neil had done his homework and worked out the route but it all went a bit haywire when the sat nav didn’t recognise a new roundabout and we headed off on the wrong duel carriageway. This clever device then kept insisting we get back onto the right route by trying to send us along obviously unsuitable back lanes. When she finally suggested an ‘A’ road we took it. We managed it without incident but lesson learned: don’t trust roads that have four numbers after the ‘A’.

This campsite is rather different to the Caravan Club one near Hereford and we’re not on a hard-standing pitch, so it tested our setting up and levelling skills. One wheel is now balanced on a ramp, held in place with a chock. It took a bit of doing, even with the motor mover, and two more lessons were learned: don’t pack the wrench for the mover in the depths of the car boot and let the caravan settle on the grass before trying to get it level.

A bitterly cold north wind is howling, occasionally rocking the caravan and all too often rain does more than merely patter on the roof. But we’re snug as the proverbial bugs. Happy face. 


2 Responses to “Snug”

  1. Liz May 26, 2013 at 7:36 am #

    Hello campers,pleased all is going well for you,looks as if you are going to be lucky with
    the weather this bank holiday – have fun,Liz

    • lamputts May 26, 2013 at 4:21 pm #

      Thanks Liz. Having a great time – better than even we expected. Neil.

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