This may sound like a disaster waiting to happen but it didn't go too badly to be honest, but being me and my luck we did have our fair bit of silliness. Nevertheless we did also have a bit of luck :).
We went to a campsite called Clampit Creek, the attraction being the stage and live music they had over this weekend and the main purpose of celebrating one of dad's colleague's birthday!
We got to the campsite after a minor detour where we thought we were going the wrong way and took a turn off the main road to ask for directions when the next left was the junction for the campsite itself! After setting up the caravan and of course our bat and ball set and net we realised we had lost the football! Disaster..on a campsite at least. Also, on the topic of setting up the caravan, my brother insisted on fetching the water from the tap; instead of getting it from the the tap 20m away he decided the tap at the entrance (other side of the site) was the best one to go to!
After having a rest me and my brother played bat and ball, mainly I won but we both had our fair share of good shots. I asked dad if he wanted to play. Reminding you this was my dad, my brother and me, nothing goes to plan. Basically every shot one of us hit, the other missed. All because dad couldn't see the ball! It was evening but surely you could see the ball. Either way it ended up being quite amusing :).
Next on our very short list of things to do was find tea. I wanted fish and chips so we headed out into the next village to find the chippy was closed. -_- Not the best sight when you're very hungry after some competitive bat and ball! We retraced our steps and came to another village where we found a kebab shop that sold fish and chips. As I was hungry I decided this would do so I got a very regular triangle shaped fish and some chips I watched being fried from frozen... Ñam ñam :S. I was quite disappointed in my fish and chips but this could only get worse as when we drove around the corner, there stood a proper fish and chip shop! My luck living up to be all it can be yet again!
After tea, a triangular-fish filled stomach-ed me and josh decided to search the campsite for our much beloved ball. After searching around every area we could, even finding an abandoned and spooky green caravan in the woods (remember this is late evening now) with its door wide open we retired back to our more homely caravan but without finding our football.
Dad had gone off to listen to the music at the stage but me and my brother were not too bothered as we could hear the music from the caravan and the caravan had warmth and a stock of soft drinks! We set up the beds (that I don't fit in) and my brother decided to set up the bunk bed and sleep on the top despite the fact no one was going to be sleeping on the bottom. :o We heard a strange song being sung that started, "I went swimming this summer, This summer I could have drowned". Well... Not long after this I decided to go to sleep.
Morning!! I woke up to a bright sun wondering how long I had over slept... It was 06:45. Ohh. I had a walk around the campsite still looking out for my football. Getting bored rather quickly I returned to the caravan and jumped back under my sleeping bag (it was opened out like a cover) and kept cosy.
The next thing I know dad walks in with a bacon, sausage and egg muffin that smelt like the best thing in the world ever and it was 9 o'clock! I really didn't want to get up despite happily having a walk two hours earlier but used getting myself a bacon, sausage and egg muffin as an excuse to get ready quickly before they ran out.
I got to the little hut where they were selling the food and asked for my muffin and then one for my brother. Mine cost £2.70, my brother's cost £2.50 and after waiting about 20 minutes for it to be cooked the person said the total was £4.70 or something. I felt like I should point out that she was wrong and did so; knowing myself that the real total was £5.20. She came up with the value of £4.90 which I decided not to complain about and got my breakfast for 30p cheaper.
The call from mum!!! We got a call from mum that morning to see how we all are and it turned out we left the football at home! -_- Just our luck as ever. At least we knew where it was. Packing up I also found the little charm Rach had got me, that I had lost about a week before-ish (I'm a bad person I know!). This made me so happy, in fact happy enough to make my self find signal in a random field on the outskirts of Doncaster and ring Rach :). Inevitably the call quality was terrible but at least she half understood what I was on about.
With all this finding things done with and being happy we packed our things away to head back down the M180... and M18... and then M1 back home.
The moral of the story (monotonous long text) is that caravaning empties your fuel tank... even if you did put £20 of diesel in you car before setting off your adventure!!!
PS: Two pictures, one of the caravan in the distance and the other of a barbers shop with the closest name to mine I have seen! :)
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