“Prevention is better than Cure” goes the saying. How about “Not parking on soggy, sloping, grass in the first place is better than tricks and tips to get out of it”? We decided to go fairly local this weekend, to avoid the traffic hassles of a typical Friday evening rush-hour(s). The very first place we ever stayed in Humberto was C&CC at Old Sarum, Salisbury (almost exactly a year ago). It’s a nice site with a pedestrian/Cycle path into Salisbury running…
As you may know, if you read our Blog, we are finding harder and harder to stay at home at the weekend. Even as I type this, on Tuesday, I’m thinking, “Where can we go on Friday?”. So with UK holiday season still in full swing many campsites I’d like to have visited, in the New Forest, were either full or charging silly prices (£34 a night..in a Forest..with no facilities? Really?). With that in mind I looked on the…
We overnighted at Caen Hill, right next to the legendary flight of canal Locks. You can see us in the car park, with some Dutch campers (I think it’s because the car park is mentioned in a Dutch Motorhome Site phone App). It costs £8 for 24 hours and it’s totally peaceful once the dog-walkers and general public have driven home. It’s quite busy until about 6pm though.
Humberto just passed his MOT! Hard to believe we’ve owned him for a year already, in fact I had to check I wasn’t going crazy. We had an initial MOT fail due to our high-level brake light not working. When I got it home it had started to work but clearly most of the 10 LED bulbs were dead. I ordered a replacement and fitted it (a simple job involving 2 screws, 2 wires and a squirt of silicon…
I apologise for the lack of any explanations or dialogue. It’s simply a few video “snapshots” of our trip. I think their primary use will be to remind ME where we went. I’m really finding it difficult, after 79 nights away this first year of ownership, to remember exactly where we’ve been and in what order we went there.
My impressions of Weymouth, in Dorset, have been changed by the weekend visit. I confess to being a bit snobby about Weymouth. I’ve only ever been to the seafront and it struck me as a cheesey “Kiss-me-Kwik” hat type of place, all candy-floss and arcades. However Angeline and her friend Sue were attending a “Seaweed Foraging” course, on the beach at Portland Bill, about 5 miles south or Weymouth, so we decided to make a weekend of it. We arrived,…