The weekends here, so we’re loading up the chucklebus with Sun Factor 50+, Co-op Squash, cheese sandwiches and a few bottles of Watneys Brown Ale. Sartorially I will be mostly wearing a knotted handkerchief, my best black long socks to match my 1970’s Kevin Keegan shorts, topped off with open toed sandals. You’ve guessed it, we’ve been time transported back to 1976 and we’re in the middle of a British heatwave….Yipppeeeee
So tomorrow our Esso Diesel powered British Leyland Van(no collectable football coins as England had failed to qualify for the 78 World Cup) will be taking us to a place called Longnor in the “Royal” Peak District. I say Royal because on this trip I’m proud to say we will be accompanied by local royalty, namely The Princess of Ponciau and her royal consort “Per-Witch”
I don’t really know much about the camping site other than its “Adults Only” (does that mean keys in the ashtray?). But the ladies did get all excited and started chattering when the Ponciau Princess announced that the site facilities included a….wait for it…….communal microwave oven!!!! I could crush a grape.
The Royal Party will be accommodated in the Royal Tent, near to our commoner motorhome. The Ponciau Princess has already made it clear that our facilities are her facilities! So under instructions from the “Other Half”, I’ve spent the day sprucing up the van, plumping the cushions, straightening the ducks etc, in anticipation of a snap Royal Visit. Then later this afternoon, as expected the Royal Party arrived at our humble home and duly conducted a pre-trip van inspection:
Having confirmed she was generally satisfied with the van, I invited her to have a run out, which involved a short trip from our humble home to a local Sainsburys (She wouldn’t do Lidl), and a quick spin around the carpark waving at all the onlookers.
So we’re all set to go. Best china’s packed, the dogs been briefed to be on his best behaviour, so have I!!! Review to follow.