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That Was The Week That Wasn’t
Sometimes, the world has it in for you!
Friday June 3rd
Anne’s 65th birthday and our 33rd wedding anniversary. Anne gets a sweet video call from our son Rik and grandson James in the morning. In the afternoon, our daughter Jen brings the granddaughters, Amelia and Charlotte, over and cake is eaten. We have Chinese food and a bottle of wine for dinner. Anne is happy.
Saturday June 4th
We pack the car with our old tent, vintage camping gear, less-than-fashionable clothes and ancient selves. Our destination is a holiday park near Woolacombe in Devon. I am a touch apprehensive, as this is the first long trip we have taken in this car. We take the ‘old route’, the A46 from Coventry to Tewkesbury, where we join the M5. We stop for lunch at a services and reach the campsite in the late afternoon.
We’ve been given a pitch at the top of a hill, ten minutes walk from the toilets. Not ideal for people in their 60s, but as I said to Anne “Indigents lack the luxury of options!” She said “What?” I said “Beggars can’t be choosers!”.
The weather was cloudy, but dry and not cold. There was a howling gale blowing. We got the tent up by dint of careful planning, close cooperation and a certain amount of cussing. We had something to eat…
