I got somewhat interuppted writing this last night by a loud knock on the
van door which turned out to be the town police, telling us and the 15
other vans on what we had assumed was the town camperstop, that we were not
in the right place and had to move. As Chris was in the middle of preparing
dinner and busy frying meat this was quite fun, but in 10 minutes we were
ready to move, the gas was off, the frying pan was balanced on the floor of
the cab and everything else was randomly ramned in the cupboards (I only
found the kitchen roll today!). In what Chris termed the ballet of the
campervans we all turned on our lights, turned round, manouvered out of our
bays and convoyed off down the road to the sea front. It really didn't make
any sense, instead of having us all together next to the service point
(water, waste, chemical toilet disposal etc) it appears the town
authorities prefered us to be scattered along their sea front.
We actually ended up in an even nicer spot than before [picture] right on
the sea front, it was beautiful this morning when I looked out as the sun
was beginning to rise. Yes I did say sunrise! Since the clocks have gone
back we have adjusted our routine and the alarm now goes off at 7. This
means we can make the most of the daylight hours and surprisingly I am
actually quite enjoying it!
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