Anyway, at about 3.30pm He came back, unplugged me, filled up my water tank (staunching my leak by wrapping a towel around my inlet hose) and, strike-a-light, got into Her seat and drove off in me. About 40 minutes later, after he filled me up, we pulled up on a road between a pub and a church and just sat there for about 10 minutes before He changed seats and She got in. Turns out that She was leaving Her car somewhere for a weekend break and they were taking me to Reeth in the Yorkshire Dales.
When they got to Reeth, they missed the turning to the Orchard Caravan Park because it isn’t clearly sign-posted, but with the help of their satnav and some very careful driving with my wing mirrors folded in down a narrow lane, they came to the campsite.
Peter the owner was very friendly and even offered me a tow should I get stuck in the mud as they had had nowt but rain in Reeth for weeks and weeks.
Him and Her thought it was great fun dodging the falling apples (it’s not called the Orchard Caravan Park for nothing ;-0 ) although I wasn’t too keen on them hitting me on the bonce. It was a small site with a few statics, including some from the 1950s, but the showpiece was a big Winnebago with a trailer for a mini attached at the back. They must have found the main way into the site cos there was no way they could have got that monster down that narrow alley I’d successfully naviga
ted.Him and Her had a lovely walk in the wind and rain on the Saturday and saw a bit of autumn colour as you can see in the picture of the leaves here.
Although the weather wasn't brilliant, they told me that they enjoyed the walk and one of the best things they saw was a caravan painted to blend in with the scenery ...NOT.....you can just make it out in this picture.
Their walk was followed by several pints of mucky beer (or Real Ale as it is better known) in one of Reeth’s excellent pubs and then back to keep me company for the night. He even managed to get everything working right for the first time…gas fire, electric back-up heater, cooker, lights, the whole nine yards! - although he still hadn't sorted out my leak.
He was out bright and early the next morning to get the papers from the village store (opposite which they should have turned left to get to Orchard rather than staying on the main road to Reeth Village Green) and they spent the morning keeping me warm and reading the papers.
They tried to get me out of the Orchard on their own but it was far too muddy and, before they’d managed to dig me in completely, Peter and his trusty 4X4 came and gave me a tow and so we set off home again.
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