Ten weeks ago we set off on our trip. We expected to be home last weekend, but as you can see we aren't. We are now aiming for this Sunday, or Monday or maybe Tuesday. We definitely have the travelling bug. Our stay at Coco's wild camping was great. The weather beautiful and the vista stunning. We asked the son and daughter of the owners who collected the money what the weather was like in the winter. 'Christ, it's bloody awful'. O.K. The site is open 365 days a year and is popular on New Year's Eve. They even have a sited caravan here, (with no services), called the 'Love Shack'. Sleeps six. How does that work then? Across the way as night fell the young lady continued to fascinate one of the men. By now she was fully covered. His wife commenting, 'do you feel more comfortable now'?
We were expecting a beautiful sunset yesterday evening, but it didn't materialise, however a spherical moon glowed in the sky, it's normal milky white tinged by the last colours of a sunset far away. This morning around four o'clock clock Angela was up for the toilet. A marshmallow pink sun tinged the marshmallow white clouds. It was beautiful. But Angela doesn't sleep well and couldn't risk missing the few hours sleep on offer before morning to watch the sun rise fully.
This morning whilst we packed up to leave a Liverpudlian lady asked if she could photograph Marge. Well there's a surprise. Right Marge no shenanigans we've dipped your wheels into Wales, time to head back to England. Angela had found a small campsite in the country near to Henley in Arden and close to the M40 motorway. It was beautiful. A large Victorian house at its centre. We were directed under some apple trees in the shade which was perfect as the temperature was 28 c. It reminded us of a French campsite. Angela went off for a shower, managing to lock herself in! After a lot of tugging at the door she was free. Back at Marge John announced we were leaving, and he went off to the reception to ask for our twenty pounds payment to be returned. A group of 6 teenage girls (celebrating finishing school), with a ton of stuff and three large tents were setting up (how many more were expected?). We know how this goes, having experienced this situation before.
Tired we headed into Stratford upon Avon to make a plan and John found a site at some fishing lakes near Banbury. Result.
The site is perfect. Marge is parked in the adult section right by the lake. The children in an area a little further away from the water. The lady managing the site loves Marge. She owns a left hand drive VW T25, which was the vehicle John expected to buy to replace our crafter van. Fir Tree Campsite was a great find. Beautiful views, tranquillity and wildlife. On the hill the sheep bleat. There's just something missing, oh the oyster catchers.
