And so it came to pass that summer came along. And this year dear reader, it did appear to hang on for more than a second. Not quite blink and you missed it, it was nice to have around, like an old friend there in the background reminding you of 'them good old days', whatever they may have been.
Still that time for summer holidays came around, and a cheer was heard in the household, two whole weeks in the caravan were planned.
Week One being at the New Wine Summer Conference in Shepton Mallet. Those of you who know me, or remember will recall that this is the organisation i used to work with. And it was so enjoyable being able to go to this event as a punter and to just sit around the 'village' and do well basically nothing for a whole week. It was bliss.
The New Wine summer conference is all about camping with your church, making new friends and spending time with God in any way that takes your fancy really.
We had a great time being with Christ Church Roxeth on our small 'village'. And it really, really, yes really dear reader, helped that the sun shone!
And those of you who know of the Malvern Hills and the delights of Somerset will know that its not such a case of 'here be monsters' .. well OK, but more a case of summer, winter, who cares it will still rain.. But this year, oh dear sun worshipper, we had a really good dry week. Apart from the final morning when were taking everything down and moving onto our next spot for Week Two of the summer holiday!
We went to the Isle of Wight.
Straight from sunny Shepton Mallet to the Isle of Wight. We stayed at a holiday site called Nodes Point. Which is on the East Side of the Island near St Helen's.
It was a journey of many firsts I suppose. The furthest distance we had towed the caravan, first time taking the caravan onto a ferry, and the first time for the caravan and the children on the IoW.
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Leaving the small harbour on the mainland |
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A small selection of the boats moored here |
Which is a lovely place, small bumpy narrow roads to name but a few of its attractions. Pulling the shed along these roads was an experience. It was on one of these roads that we had our first (and hopefully) only map v satnav experience, where in the blink of an eye I decided to ignore the road sign and the plan to follow the map round to where were going to and follow the satnav instead.
After the road got hillier and narrower and narrower still and the 'turn right' options were literally farm tracks, we eventually made it back to a road just about big enough to take the car and the caravan together and successfully made it to Nodes Point.
The reception wasn't brilliant, but we found our pitch and had our first experience of 'what the heck do we do now' when we couldn't get the car and the caravan to separate. The tow hook, would not, I mean, NOT come away from the tow bar, no amount of reverse, straighten up, reverse, curse, straighten.. anyway dear reader, you get the point. So admitting defeat I popped over to some other squared away looking caravaners and asked for help.
And give the caravan community its fair share of stick where due, but also credit as well, and within a moment this nice chap, and the chap next door to us who we hadn't asked (he was in a tent) came over to assist. And the trick is to put the car in neutral, take the handbreak off, let the car and shed rest, kick the towbar and try again, and as if by magic it worked. Car and 'van were now separated.
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All neat and set up |
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Room for the car too. |
What can I say about Nodes Point? and these types of places?
Lets start with the positive shall we. The kids loved it. The wife loved it 'cos the kids loved it. Does anything else really matter? No, of course not. Still. Yes dear reader. But. Not a big but, but a but all the same.
It is like a camp of two halfs. Up the hill and towards the centre of the site where the static caravans, fast food, shop, pub and 'recreation hall' is, well its not a case of 'there be monsters'.. OK, what the heck, yes it was!
But down where were on the touring pitches and then down where the tents had to camp (man that is some hill to pitch your tent on!) it was really quite fine.
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Down the hill from the shower block |
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Panoramic view from the shower block down to the beach |
And apart from one day where it rained, we were again blessed by sunshine. best two weeks of sun for the whole summer I think.
The beach at St Helen's is actually quite nice, he says shocked at himself. Not really being a beach person, I actually enjoyed sitting on the beach, reading, having music, even a little sketching. Did I go into the water? The English Channel? No chance!
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And another of those views, this time of the beach |
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About as close to the water as I got |
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Unlike others! |
And so all good things come to an end and summer holidays were over. There followed an uneventful journey home, no satnav mishaps and we all got home fine. This time the caravan went to a new base location, one not so hard or wet to get it/her? out of.