Two people and their dog

On a day which rapidly deteriorated into something that would have given cause for concern in mid-November, our two intrepid travellers and their little brown dog set off intrepidly into the Great Unknown. Travelling east, they were, into the hitherto unexplored (by them) territory commonly known as North Lincolnshire.
"Dunno why you want to come all the way over here to see a caravan," had been the comment of the person at their destination. They had been intrigued by this direct, acerbic reaction. Short and to the point, could this man possibly be a closet Yorkshireman? And, given that reaction, did he really want to sell his caravan? 
As we had  researched the whole, complicated topic of touring caravans in great detail and had subsequently decided that a Swift Sandymere (Harrington Special Edition) two berth was just what we wanted and as there seemed to be only two at the price we were willing to pay in the whole of the UK, then, yes it was necessary to go all the way over there to see a caravan. And so we set forth, courageously braving the torrential rain, flooded roads and shafts of lightning which dominated our journey.
We cunningly underplayed our delight at finding the twelve year old caravan in absolutely pristine condition and quickly struck a bargain which was probably more to our liking than to the owner's and we saved our whoops of joy and mutual congratulations until we were back on the road, homeward bound with our new treasure rolling merrily behind us.
And so begins a new episode in the everyday lives of those chez Jennyta.
It is to be hoped that there might just be a little sunshine and fine weather left in the dog days of this so-called summer in which we might venture forth to enjoy the odd long weekend or few days away, but that remains to be seen.
Meanwhile, just watch this space - I might just start having something to post about again!