A Blogger in Black

A little bit different to my usual blog post this, as I am going to include more than just caravanning  as you will see. I am delighted that Sandra has kindly added her recollections too, it saved me some typing, the speed of which can be likened to an arthritic tortoise, and also helps where the memory was a bit er, hazy. I had intended to blog this right from the start, bus as is mentioned I felt a bit ropey for a few days at the start and was more interested in doing and seeing rather than writing. However, here we go: School finished on Friday 1st July, after a trying week in which for the first time I contemplated chucking it in, the actions of the most senior of management making everyone in Transport feel like they were a nuisance, not for the first time. However, such thoughts began to fade as I parked up minibus No .2 for the summer, jumped on a bus home and then popped the top off a beer. And another. Over the past fortnight we’d had several work emails nagging us to fill...