This week we had the pleasure of going on a new type of holiday, namely staying in a holiday home. We got rid of our caravan in an attempt to set out on a morning not already dampened in more ways than one.
So we began our trip by travelling down, purchasing food and getting settled in. The next morning we arose, had breakfast, showered and, well… That was it! It was 9:30 and we were ready to go. So we did, and we set out to climb Snowdon. Now in the league of lame excuses, we only made it half way up, because we had young children, but by the time we got back to the car it was 2:30, and we were still 3 hours off dinner time. So we ended up going and looking around shops and driving around the countryside until an acceptable hour to eat. And after washing up, it was still wasn’t yet 7pm, so out we ventured again for a walk down the beach, and when we arrived back home again at 9:30, I was fit for nothing but to drop to sleep.
So what about the next day? Well we had the plan to and view a house on sale for future holidays. All seemed to be well, except that during recent weeks one of the neighbors had bricked over the gate, in an attempt to try and claim the rear access for their own. We went to investigate, and found her threatening us with court and shouting at us for being tourists if we dared mention the idea of taking it down. We then went for a few more walks, around here, there and everywhere, and by 4pm, I was once again ready for bed.
So what is to be drawn from this?
Caravanning is a special experience, like a snail you get to carry your home (which is barely big enough for you), behind you, and you get to congregate with other like-minded families in a wet field. It sounds miserable, but actually, the joy is in the journey. If you go for all the luxuries then quickly there’s nothing left to do. Showering, cooking and washing up in the caravan are a sacred experience. Gathering everything together, marching to the facilities block, waiting till the last person is finished, and then washing, drying and carefully restacking, it takes forever, but it adds colour to the adventure.
And while you’re at it, you can talk to the next man about anything! What caravan have you brought? How long have you had it? What’s it like? What do you tow it with? Isn’t diesel expensive now? The traffic on the M5 yesterday was chronic wasn’t it? When you go in a holiday home you end up exhausted and verbally abused!
I’ve often thought how wonderful it would be to live in an absolutely trouble free world. The answer is it’s boring! Give me some cold, rain and a few spiders and I’ll be just fine.