Thursday 26th October - Cirencester to Kemble
Caravan Club showers were as we would have expected, and scored a creditable 9 from me and the maximum 10 from Annie. Our first 10! The Caravan Club will be pleased. In justifying her score, Annie reported: “plenty of water, adjustable temperature, stool to put stuff on, plenty of room, the shower curtain didn’t stick to you, there was a handle to hold on to which didn’t rattle around, hooks to hang your clothes on which didn’t get wet, …” – she liked them, in other words.
I chatted to a nice couple (aren’t we all?) in the Timberland Endeavour next to us, mentioning that we had been thinking of downsizing. They loved it (the van, not talking to me), they had plenty of room, and you got much better quality than things like “the Trigano Tribute”. So there you go. It seems his cousin had downsized from an Auto Sleepers Amethyst, and didn’t regret it at all. Hmm. More food for thought.
Our journey today took us just a few miles down the road to Kemble. Our destination was the CL behind the pub (“The Tavern”). As we drove slowly past the pub, an enthusiastic lady in the window waved her arm, indicating we should drive around the back. So we did.
The CL had an RV on it and a couple of caravans. We parked up on hardstanding, hooked up, and went into the pub to register / pay / whatever we needed to do. We paid our money, and treated ourselves to a pub lunch. To be honest, I wished we hadn't. The fare was average, and largely the product of a couple of microwaves. We tarried not, and hastened back to the van where we donned our new boots, gaiters, and an OS map, and set off on a quest for the source of the Thames.
We found it. Well, it was marked quite clearly on the map, and even we can follow a few footpaths to a location. There was a large rock, with some sort of inscription that said it was the source of the Thames. Now, I'm not a sceptical man. Well, not all the time, but who's to say? There was no sign of any water, except a few puddles, which I hardly think constitures the source of our great capital's river. But the rock said it was, so I suppose it was.
After our trek, we returned to the van for a quick cuppa, and then we walked the incredible distance of about half a mile to see Annie's cousin. Theresa, who's nursing her very sick husband. It was lovely to see her, and we spent a splendid couple of hours there, before it was time to return to the van.
I chatted to a nice couple (aren’t we all?) in the Timberland Endeavour next to us, mentioning that we had been thinking of downsizing. They loved it (the van, not talking to me), they had plenty of room, and you got much better quality than things like “the Trigano Tribute”. So there you go. It seems his cousin had downsized from an Auto Sleepers Amethyst, and didn’t regret it at all. Hmm. More food for thought.
Our journey today took us just a few miles down the road to Kemble. Our destination was the CL behind the pub (“The Tavern”). As we drove slowly past the pub, an enthusiastic lady in the window waved her arm, indicating we should drive around the back. So we did.
The CL had an RV on it and a couple of caravans. We parked up on hardstanding, hooked up, and went into the pub to register / pay / whatever we needed to do. We paid our money, and treated ourselves to a pub lunch. To be honest, I wished we hadn't. The fare was average, and largely the product of a couple of microwaves. We tarried not, and hastened back to the van where we donned our new boots, gaiters, and an OS map, and set off on a quest for the source of the Thames.
We found it. Well, it was marked quite clearly on the map, and even we can follow a few footpaths to a location. There was a large rock, with some sort of inscription that said it was the source of the Thames. Now, I'm not a sceptical man. Well, not all the time, but who's to say? There was no sign of any water, except a few puddles, which I hardly think constitures the source of our great capital's river. But the rock said it was, so I suppose it was.
After our trek, we returned to the van for a quick cuppa, and then we walked the incredible distance of about half a mile to see Annie's cousin. Theresa, who's nursing her very sick husband. It was lovely to see her, and we spent a splendid couple of hours there, before it was time to return to the van.
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