It was pants to be brutally honest. Mainly thanks to some rather overzealous Marshall’s with clipboards and laminated plans! We could not have been hemmed in tighter if we’d tried. There was loads of room but because we were in a pre-designated plot with white lines that were too narrow to fit a van and an awning, and too short to fit 2 vans back to back, it made it pretty rubbish.How did squeezing 20 vans into an unknown plot go?
Yet, walk over the track to “home is where you park it”, it really was a case of pitch it wherever the hell you want and in any fashion. No lines, no marshall’s, no worries.
Our area felt completely cut off. Whilst it was good to see new members, I didn’t get round to talk to all of them as I would have liked, and because it felt like several smaller groups I didn’t enjoy it as much as I had hoped. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t a bust, just not as good as I’d set out for it to be.
Plus got home, threw everything out the van, hooked up the trailer, drove straight across to Rutland Water to go and pick up Daughter. Knackered, ready for a shower and bed.
Then need to kick VanDoc’s arse tomorrow. Hilo man wasn’t at all impressed when he walked up to the site at lunchtime to look at one fairly innocuous issue I had gone to talk to him about, only for him to find a different, slightly larger issue.