Prophetic!

My slightly tongue-in-cheek comment about calling it Polly came true on Saturday, when we picked it up. Maurice and Eileen were wonderful, and had changed the domestic water pump and leasure battery because Maurice thought they weren't up to scratch, and had also filled the diesel tank for us. What lovely people! Thank you! And you didn't mind the fact we turned up even earlier than we said we would.

It was during the handover that Eileen said they called her "Polly". Now, I'm not one for anthropomorphising, and I never call modes of transport "she" - except when they don't do what I tell them to, of course. But Polly it will be.

From pickup, I trundled back home, where we threw bedclothes, some victuals, and the essential TV for the footy. We then wandered off to Homestead caravan park, to stay at the Homstead Lake site. It's a really lovely site, with a good mix of caravans and motorhomes, and there was a chance to lust over a couple of brand new Autocruise Star-things. They look really fantastic.



Anyway, Polly was soon set up, and the telly worked even better when I remembered to turn on the aerial booster box. Durrrr.

We spent a pleasant afternoon, and then visited the camp shop. Levelling ramps, a couple of folding chairs, and a new portable TV made a hole in the bank balance. Never mind - it's all a good investment.

We spent a pleasant evening at the Black Boy pub nearby. Whilst waiting for a table in the restaurant, someone came and put the football on, so we watched a lively Argentina / Ivory Coast match, drinking beer and eating Nobby's Nuts.

The bed was easily made, and very comfortable. With just the kitchen vent open, we were plenty cool enough on a hot evening, and we both slept well.