Sunday 29 th July “And we’re off” is a phrase I frequently mutter when watching a murder mystery and the first body appears. Appropriate too as, having loaded the last of the gear into Patsy, I departed the storage yard at 10:30am for the run up to Cambridge. There was the inevitable queue approaching the Dartford tunnels, back to the A2 turn off, and I was glad of the A/C. Once on the M11 the overhead signs warned of 30 minute delays from J9 – where I was turning off. Thankfully, traffic wasn’t backing up and I arrived on site around 1:20pm, with just a short queue in front of me. My bladder heaved a sigh of relief as the only open layby on the A11 was full – like said bladder. There were only two pitches left available of the type I had booked and both at the far end of the site. I opted for the one that seemed to offer the most shade – given the forecast this was important. Whilst I could have potentially reversed in, I was already frazzled from the heat and hum...
Caravanner, real ale lover, collector of long leather coats. Always dressed in black. Blogging about all the above and more. School minibus driver, 52. Widowed in 2018.