Good morrow.
Helen and I live on the edge of the New Forest not far in land from Bournemouth and have recently bought a two-berth Bailey which we intend to use extensively in our retirement. This we tow with a diesel engined estate car ( space for dogs and bikes etc ). The first trip entailed a clock-wise tour round France from which we have just returned. With the exception of a few hiccups, it went quite well.
The first hiccup in fact occurred on the day of the outward journey as the result of my listening to the radio the day before - let me explain. Whilst riding my bike in the solitude of the Forest and listening to Woman's Hour as you do, I heard a dotty old bat going on about how ladies must first achieve 'Inner Peace' before embarking upon the excitement of life's new journey's.
Apparently the major secret was to finish off everything that had been started but which through uncertainty remained uncompleted. This state of ecstasy, she said, would be like bursting out of a tunnel into the light.
Well, as we were due to 'embark' upon a 'new journey' the following morning AND as we were due to go through the Channel 'Tunnel', I took this as some sort of a sign from the forest fairy's. So not even stopping for a pint, I rushed home and explained to Helen that she must finish off everything that was started and all the rest of the tarradiddle. But sad to relate, she misunderstood the underlying concept.
Before going to bed, she searched the house for all things that were still unfinished as a consequence of which, she finished off a bottle of white wine, an old bottle of Baileys, three Bacardi Breezers, some Prozac and the Valium. This was followed by some cheesecake and a box of chocolates.
On the morning of the outward journey, she said that she had a strange distant feeling which no doubt is why she slept all of the was through the tunnel and half way to Saumur.
Will caravanning always be like this?
Olivier.
Helen and I live on the edge of the New Forest not far in land from Bournemouth and have recently bought a two-berth Bailey which we intend to use extensively in our retirement. This we tow with a diesel engined estate car ( space for dogs and bikes etc ). The first trip entailed a clock-wise tour round France from which we have just returned. With the exception of a few hiccups, it went quite well.
The first hiccup in fact occurred on the day of the outward journey as the result of my listening to the radio the day before - let me explain. Whilst riding my bike in the solitude of the Forest and listening to Woman's Hour as you do, I heard a dotty old bat going on about how ladies must first achieve 'Inner Peace' before embarking upon the excitement of life's new journey's.
Apparently the major secret was to finish off everything that had been started but which through uncertainty remained uncompleted. This state of ecstasy, she said, would be like bursting out of a tunnel into the light.
Well, as we were due to 'embark' upon a 'new journey' the following morning AND as we were due to go through the Channel 'Tunnel', I took this as some sort of a sign from the forest fairy's. So not even stopping for a pint, I rushed home and explained to Helen that she must finish off everything that was started and all the rest of the tarradiddle. But sad to relate, she misunderstood the underlying concept.
Before going to bed, she searched the house for all things that were still unfinished as a consequence of which, she finished off a bottle of white wine, an old bottle of Baileys, three Bacardi Breezers, some Prozac and the Valium. This was followed by some cheesecake and a box of chocolates.
On the morning of the outward journey, she said that she had a strange distant feeling which no doubt is why she slept all of the was through the tunnel and half way to Saumur.
Will caravanning always be like this?
Olivier.
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