A Mother's Story: The anniversary
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!
"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!
A good day
A good day here at the moment, weather-wise, is one in which it doesn't rain at all and a very good day is one in which we get to see the sun, albeit for a few minutes only. As I said to Keith this morning, we worked hard to get a tan (he still has the scars to prove it!) and now it's all but faded in the three weeks we've been back.
However, a good day for me is also one in which I get a new client and today I have had requests from, not one but two!
Just to keep things in balance, however, Elder Daughter requested an emergency loan of a chunk of money to ensure that they have wheels for their current holiday in Italy.
I'd better get a decent bottle of vino rosso out of it!
Keith, of course, wants a stick of rock with 'Italy' written all the way through it. I'm not sure he believed me when I told him that is not going to happen...
However, a good day for me is also one in which I get a new client and today I have had requests from, not one but two!
Just to keep things in balance, however, Elder Daughter requested an emergency loan of a chunk of money to ensure that they have wheels for their current holiday in Italy.
I'd better get a decent bottle of vino rosso out of it!
Keith, of course, wants a stick of rock with 'Italy' written all the way through it. I'm not sure he believed me when I told him that is not going to happen...
Mystery solved
I had an email from TK last night, which said that, rather than the cygnets being hunted by humans, the culprits were likely to be pike, which apparently are known to pull quite large birds under the surface of the water by their legs.
To quote Michael Caine, 'Not a lot of people know that!'
(Well, I didn't anyway.)
To quote Michael Caine, 'Not a lot of people know that!'
(Well, I didn't anyway.)
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