Hiya woosies.
Just another true little story to see if I can test the strength of the stomachs of the genuine woosies amongst us. It’s an old story but never the less – true.
Just to set the scene.
About 30 years ago we were booked in a rally for Easter weekend. A week or two before the rally the rally marshal (wife’s cousin) rang us to ask us if we would co- marshal for him as his regular one had had to withdraw. We hadn’t done any rally marshalling before, and to do one you of your own you had to be an assistant first. So we looked upon this as a good opportunity to serve our apprenticeship. Most things had already been sorted and organised however we did have a short meeting one evening to be told what was going on, and all I needed to take was a spade and a shovel, the purpose of which will become clear.
The date duly arrived and we went the day before to set up. Now it was along tow (about 3miles). The site is in lovely parkland, and we parked among an avenue of trees, plenty of good walks and 2 fishing lakes.
The purpose of the shovel and spade became clear as we had to dig “The Pit” (Loo emptying point, for the uninitiated) this was done in a small area of woodland away from the caravans. The first comment from the marshal was “I always mean to remember where last years was, but I can’t remember again, so if it’s a bit soft stop digging it’s where last years was!” anyway we missed last years. Now when you think that this was to be the sanitary arrangements for 100/120 vans with an average of at least 3 per van, therefore the”pit” needed to be quite large. It was duly dug and fenced on 3 sides. On with the rally. The rally ran from Thursday pm. to Monday pm. So most vans were already emptying the first round by Saturday morning, including himself. Took the loo and the “pit” appeared to behaving quite well with the liquids draining away nicely and ‘solids’ settled to the bottom.
Come Monday most people start packing up. Of course the “pit” is in great demand for the final emptyings before the homeward journeys. When folks gone it’s the marshals turn, so loos and shovels to the pit, only to find it brimful obviously the final deluge had tested the absorbency of the soil and ‘waterlogged” it. It was full to the top with like a green blue lagoon with things sanitary, things sexual, and things, floating. Just enough freeboard to ease ours in. but no how could we possibly start filling it in. We would have been overflowing it and paddling in it! Decision taken to come back and fill it in after work the next day. When it had settled back and we could back fill it. Not a pretty sight but a “job” well done.
See I’m a bit of an imposter Woosie really!
Excuse the length of posting but I hope it sets the scene nicely.