Thanks for joining us on our adventures this week.
This time last week, I was hanging out in a pretty swanky hotel in New York with Gracie.
Today we set off for Glastonbury in our Festivan!
Spent the morning packing and getting everything loaded in our little Glastowagon. I packed lots of lovely foody treats, and had a lovely meal lined up for this evening for us two little lovebirds: seared salmon and new potatoes under the stars.
Candles ? Tick. Table cloth? Tick.
Dave had even bought an awning for the charabanc on E bay.
The caravan hasn’t been out since its last outing to the mud bath that was Glastonbury last year!
Isn’t that a sad reflection of our über busy lives?
But hey ho! We are doing it again this year – and aren’t we lucky we can?!
We set off early afternoon, and made really good time.
Waved to Stonehenge in the distance, and kept on trucking.
It was 35 ℃ on the M25 !!!
That’s about 95 degrees Fahrenheit!
The games started when we arrived.
12V Battery brown bread.
Fridge no worky.
Food swimmy in heaty.
The E-bay awning was really cheap according to skip diver Dave.
Wrong one though. About 2 foot too short.
Here we see Dave getting REALLY pissed off trying to make it fit.
Picture the scene. It’s about 7pm.
All the expert campers are sitting outside their caravans sipping rosé and having their supper. Are they watching TV? Why of course not! Watching us two clowns doing battle with this poxy awning must have been much more entertaining!
Suddenly Dave said,
“Right! I think we have had enough of this caper Darling,”
(Actually, that isn’t what he said, but I can’t repeat it,)
“let’s have some supper.”
So I got the blue and pink chairs out – his and hers – which also haven’t been out of the bag since last year.
“Dave, you get the pink one,” I said….
So there we are.
Awning’s back in the boot.
Dave’s swearing at the gas cooker now.
Beginning to wish I hadn’t said I fancied a cuppa.
I think I’ll get the bed ready.
PS. Ask me if it’s hot in this caravan….
Love & hugs,