So, here we are. Dorset. Journey made, safe but for one BMW driver who thought speeding inside of me as I pulled back to the slow lane post caravan overtake, was a good idea. He very nearly got wiped out Paradise City style. Cock. I think I flashed him in excess of 20 times.......
Now then, rain. Most of it is of course falling where we are with overly heavy rainfall expected tonight. Nothing new there then, we are after all 'camping'. It seems that 'camping' today is not much like camping at all. Sure, we have a tent, but we also have electric light, an electric kettle, George Formby Grill, gas stove and grill, larder, hair straighteners, hair dryer, electric heater - oh heck! Far too much! We're CAMPING not at home! We also seem to have the biggest tent here, nestled amongst the caravans and motorhomes. A five room mansion with kitchen diner, three bedrooms and a utility room. Phil and Kirsty (oooh Kirsty) might not wax lyrical over it, but we do stay dry inside. Toilet? No. Tried a portable one, just once. If you like chemical splashback around your nadgers, then they excel at that.
Did I mention the rain? It's still falling. I'm currently enjoying a shit in the well kept facilities. Proper toilets, no chemicals. Showers too! Cleaned twice daily. The escape to the toilet block is the ideal opportunity for five minutes peace and check emails and texts. Except, there's no sodding signal here! Free WiFi, oh yes, just don't expect to be able to make calls. You'll be reading this the day after I wrote it, provided I don't get washed away tonight (guess what, HEAVY rain forecast. Oh joy). Tomorrow we'll visit civilisation, and telephone signal land.
Right then, dinner done, washing up, er, washed up. It's not washing up is it, that's the act of cleaning kitchenware. Stupid saying.
And now to the best bit. For the first time ever, there's a pub right near the campsite. I'm there now, admittedly with the family, but hey ho, at least I have a beer.
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