Wednesday 23 rd October Another half-term break and another trip up to the Caravan & Motorhome Club site at Crystal Palace, South London. I’ve said on my many visits here that it may be the last time, well now it is. The axe is falling with Bromley council not renewing the lease. They want the land to fund regeneration of the nearby park, so likely pricey houses and flats then. Such a shame – Trev and I started our caravanning journey there, visiting most years and since he died I’ve been coming up twice a year – only covid paused that. I have many happy memories of our and my visits. The journey up was ok, aside from a few rain showers which at least helped to clean the windscreen. Hetty has developed another fault and this time it’s the windscreen washers. I’ve never really warmed to this car in the two years that I’ve had it, mostly thanks to the niggles. I even looked at changing it but the value has plummeted and I simply couldn’t stomach the financial hit. She does t
Friday 12 th July Somewhat hoarse and my knees felt like they been set in concrete after last nights’ fun. Fortunately there was very little left to do in preparation for our trip the following morning. Sandra would be bringing her own car, not least because at the end of the week we’d both be heading home but also, the ‘girls’ – Sandra’s gorgeous two Westies; Skye and Iona would be joining us and there was very little room left in Hetty, thanks to summer caravanning gear and the visit to Costco earlier in the week. A chippy tea rounded off a quiet but productive day. Saturday 13 th July Sandra: We have now moved into July and having sorted Patsy's service and Hetty’ new brakes, it was time to get going on our weeks holiday to the county of Suffolk. This summer, unlike last year, has been broken up into various sections. My total hip replacement operation was in no small part to blame for this. However at the time of writing this blog I am pleased to rep