Mel said:
Seriously doubt that anyone who wasn't a caravanners actually watched it. Again, it wasn't a competition. It wasn't about caravanning it was about interesting people. And they all were interesting: the chap and his mum, the slightly OCD motor homer; the archetypal Welsh couple; the bloke who was into classic vans but clearly couldn't have managed 5 minutes in the real world without his missus and the themed vdub people who wouldn'teven drive it on sand for fear it got mucked up. Then the Capt Mainwaring chap and Andy Harris who said at every opportunity, "you need a motor home to get up/ in/around there."
All of them unique and lovely.
That's what it was about.
Loved it.
Mel
It's great that you have seen the good in those involved Mel, but I'm sorry to disagree with your analysis.
If the programme was meant to be about people Mel, the producers couldn't have picked people who would reinforce every negative stereotype of touring caravan owners and kumbayah singing rally nerds if they had tried. :S
Why is it that there are a few very well made programmes which are centered on narrowboats and which make that somewhat expensive leisure activity seem rather attractive, but whenever caravans are involved we are shown as old age pensioner carry on camping style1950s throwbacks with an obsession for military precision when it comes to pitching up, putting the awning up or chucking our underpants in an overhead locker?
It was obvious to me that the judges took the competition element very seriously, even to the point of causing fairly major damage to a caravan when they were devising a test of driving skill using the chairman's own caravan.
The people were interesting, that's true, but the programme completely missed the point.
Martin Roberts, who presents the tv programme about buying property at auctions would have made a fantastic presenter for a programme which showed the best that caravanning has to offer. They ought to show family and dog friendly continental touring, full facility British seaside sites with beer and bingo etc, quiet locations in the Scottish glens or even modern day rallies with youth section camping away from constant parental supervision or computer screens and the usual bring-a-bottle evening dancing in marquees for the parents.
Instead we got something that was done in the 1950s and has been thankfully left far behind except perhaps in the minds of the judges and producers of this outdated rubbish.