Wednesday 25th October - Herefordshore to Cirencester
Another day, another change of scenery. The showers got a 9 from each of us this morning – timed for 6 minutes of water, it was plenty hot enough, and plentiful. Plenty of room in the shower stalls too. AND free hair dryer. What more could we have wished for?
The only downside came when I jumped in the cab to drive off the ramps. When I opened each door, around 30 flies swarmed from their sleeping quarters, snuggled in between the door and the bodywork. A furious waving of arms and shouting (can they hear?) made them disappear to torment some other mugs.
Having programmed the TomTom the night before, AND checked the route on the map for any nasty white-coloured roads (‘B’ roads are yellow, and ‘A’ roads are red – white roads are Gladys’s revenge), we trundled off through big puddles from overnight rain, heading for Cirencester.
The journey was fairly uneventful, apart from a huge traffic jam about 20km from Cirencester. The cause was some roadworks which had blocked off one lane, but we must have travelled a mile in around an hour. It didn’t really bother us as we were in no rush.
We got to the Caravan Club site at Cirencester Park at around 2:15pm. We were met with very friendly and efficient staff, and we chose a hardstanding pitch near to one of the toilet blocks.
We decided to walk into Cirencester town centre (it was about a 20 minute walk through the Bathurst Estate), and dived into a posh coffee shop for cream teas. We know how to spoil ourselves. We then had a good wander around the shops, although Annie kept having to go into clothes shops, because “they’re just lovely”. They looked like clothes to me, but then, they always do. We were also looking for walking boots for Annie, as hers hurt her feet. We’ve had them over 10 years, so I suppose we could justify a new pair. The sports shop was no good, being too full of fishing gear and Barbour jackets (and Barbour socks, and shoes, and globes, and ….), so we went into Milletts. There, we were able to buy two pairs of walking boots (well, if Annie was having some …), some socks, and some gaiters to go around our lower legs, all for less than eighty quid. A bargain!
Back to the campsite in the rain now, but with cosy toes in our new boots, and we battened down the hatches against the rain. With our oil-filled radiator, and our dodgy TV signal, we were set up for the night.
The only downside came when I jumped in the cab to drive off the ramps. When I opened each door, around 30 flies swarmed from their sleeping quarters, snuggled in between the door and the bodywork. A furious waving of arms and shouting (can they hear?) made them disappear to torment some other mugs.
Having programmed the TomTom the night before, AND checked the route on the map for any nasty white-coloured roads (‘B’ roads are yellow, and ‘A’ roads are red – white roads are Gladys’s revenge), we trundled off through big puddles from overnight rain, heading for Cirencester.
The journey was fairly uneventful, apart from a huge traffic jam about 20km from Cirencester. The cause was some roadworks which had blocked off one lane, but we must have travelled a mile in around an hour. It didn’t really bother us as we were in no rush.
We got to the Caravan Club site at Cirencester Park at around 2:15pm. We were met with very friendly and efficient staff, and we chose a hardstanding pitch near to one of the toilet blocks.
We decided to walk into Cirencester town centre (it was about a 20 minute walk through the Bathurst Estate), and dived into a posh coffee shop for cream teas. We know how to spoil ourselves. We then had a good wander around the shops, although Annie kept having to go into clothes shops, because “they’re just lovely”. They looked like clothes to me, but then, they always do. We were also looking for walking boots for Annie, as hers hurt her feet. We’ve had them over 10 years, so I suppose we could justify a new pair. The sports shop was no good, being too full of fishing gear and Barbour jackets (and Barbour socks, and shoes, and globes, and ….), so we went into Milletts. There, we were able to buy two pairs of walking boots (well, if Annie was having some …), some socks, and some gaiters to go around our lower legs, all for less than eighty quid. A bargain!
Back to the campsite in the rain now, but with cosy toes in our new boots, and we battened down the hatches against the rain. With our oil-filled radiator, and our dodgy TV signal, we were set up for the night.
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