Well,
last time I posted in here I was just about climbing the walls. It didn’t improve for a few days, not sleeping, being majorly irritable and getting more and more anxious. There comes a point when only withdrawl from stimulation will do. I’ve been avoiding the internet and people as much as possible, all I ever hear is about how moody I am. Thanks guys, that really helps!
AT booked two nights away for us in Weymouth as a treat, the first time we would sleep out after picking up Mr. Bojangles, our baby camper van. After a week of scorching sunshine, we wake up Thursday morning to pouring rain, miserable weather and try to motivate ourselves into leaving. I do what I do best, procrastinate, panic, irritate AT and call into question the trip. You see, I can’t handle change, not even the weeniest, simplest and most uncomplicated change, it sets my brain racing into a million what if scenarios. If I’m high, or even slightly over stimulated, well you’re furbed, I’ll confuse the hell out of you!
This is what ensued for the next hour, shall we go? Shall we stay? Why ask a Beeper to make the bloody decision? I’m going to chicken it… I need you to be strong, boss me around, make me feel a little safe…. I’ll follow your lead I promise. We decided to go, I mean it’s a two hour trip in the Van, if it’s cack, we’ll turn around and come home? Cool decision made.
Journey was ace, you’d be surprised how much attention our baby camper gets, he’s very unusual. Non-eventual though, well unless you count the emergency wee situation. I can’t really be more than twenty minutes away from a toilet. I’m always, I mean always thirsty and have to travel with water, as a consequence, I always need the loo too. Not much fun on an “A Road” jaunt. We managed to find a Tesco at Blandford, racing accross the car park in my stylish white crocs (damn comfort), I make it inside to find the toilet shut and a note explaining there’s an outside loo for convenience. At that point I was doing a wicked wiggly power-walk to the door, almost failing in my resolve (and new year’s resolution) to pick up doddery old ladies and hoik them out of the way! The relief could not come quickly enough.. sod PG tips….. Ahhhhhhhh
So yes, back on track, we arrive on site. Seems nice and clean, it’s burnt down and been rebuilt in the time since we last visited eight years ago. It’s a Haven Holiday site, so all the amenities are there, electric hookup, shower block, pool, toilets, chemical toilet section, fresh water, entertainment and restaurant. We pitched up, I had the awning up in under 10 minutes, the kettle was on and we were home.
Here he is, our little speck (click to enlarge image):-
We had a riot of a weekend, it rained like you wouldn’t beliebe at night. At some points, it sounded like the roof might cave in! I managed to make the beeding comfortable, we had four single sleeping bags which I zipped together for an ultra snuggable sleeping solution. Thing is, I had to do this in the van and somehow managed to zip three side-by-side and one behind (?), creating a section at the bottom where all 8 zips collected and created a small hole! My sense of humour being arse, the first night we snuggled down after a late cuppa, I inherited said zip area…. I thus sung aloud (to the tune of bridge over troubled water):-
“Spaghetti junction my old friend, here to carve my calves again, wiggle once and then I’m bleeding, is it really worth some freeing”
Well it made AT laugh!
We spent most of our time swimming, watching the dire kids entertainment, wandering Weymouth beach in the cold air, eating fresh chips, inspecting the driftwood and generally being childish.
Home for two nights and three days (click to enlarge):-
It was sad to leave on Saturday, back to normality, back to the drone of work, eat, sleep, wahhh! The good points about the trip are:-
- We have established that Mr.B is a wicked camper and we’re going to go away regularly
- AT set off the horn at 11.30pm after we sneaked back from the clubhouse, I laughed so hard I almost let some wee out, the more she told me off, the harder I laughed
- I have managed to curtail the high, which was heading in a nasty direction
- We had some nice time together, away from people, crap and TV
- Spaghetti junction awareness is at an all time high
There we go, not all bad :p
Since we’ve been home, not a lot has been on the agenda. AT has been mega tired, so while she slept, I have cracked on with the washing. Swept up and unpacked and generally had a little mooch around the house, I’ll have a better tidy in the week when I can be better arsed.
Today has been nice, in an unstructured way. A friend with exactly the same camper popped over, we all went camping shopping… picking up all the necessary bits that we knew we would need for our next trip. The biggies have been ordered online (mains hookup / electric cable, electric coolbox etc). We ended up at a camping shop and a motorhome sales depot. It’s amazing how much time you can spend day dreaming and almost convincing yourself to have something, we sat in over 30 motorhomes, ranging from £23,000 right up to £65,000. Make no mistake, there is not a hope in hell I could ever afford that! The dream was there though and god, they were absolutely delicious inside.
I proceeded to have a debate with said friend and AT, about camping and luxury motorhomes. I think we’re blessed with what we have. We have all the fun of slum-camping, with the luxury of warmth, portability and afforability. Think I won the debate, it’s not really cmaping in one of these motorhomes, but hey, whatever it is, it’s stylish.
We then sneaked back for a late lunch of pasta, then I encouraged the guys for a mini convoy. We headed off for petrol and then off to the local water park to have a coffee and a chill in the fresh air. As I said earlier, we get a lot of attention when we’re out and about. We et even more when there’s two of us and we’re together…. It was a hoot relaxing in together, having a scrummy coffee. I’m an expert at camper-van coffee now.
Baby-Camper Love:-
There we are, it’s a few days since the last post and I’m feeling different, I’d like to say better, but feel different is a safe bet.
I want to plan a head and give my brain a little homework, so I think tomorrow’s subject will be around current feelings, what they mean and CPN attention.
Stay safe..
-Beeper-
