September – to the seaside


We were in France, in a house, for the whole of August so Portia was safely stored away five miles up the road from home. Our road and driveway are not suitable for parking her unfortunately, so daily fiddling about and casual familiarisation is not possible.

Feeling bolder this time we looked further away. Flamborough – on the North Yorkshire coast. Doubling the distance to fifty miles seemed daring enough. Possibly down narrow country roads! There is a little caravan site a mile or so outside Flamborough: level pitches, shower, toilet, electric hook-up, 15 minutes to the pub. Only six places and no children – what’s not to like.

We took the wider roads, despite Stella Satnav’s preference for goat tracks, and found the site had peace and quiet, charm, gladioli and a view over the fields.

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Portia and gladioli

Portia felt particularly at home when the nice man on the site brought us some flagstones to level her up on yet another deceptive pitch. Must buy those levellers. The site had only one toilet and shower in the same dankish but OKish room. I suppose this is enough for six pitches but I hoped there would not be too much queuing in the morning. We have not tangled seriously with our toilet yet – reserving it for minor night time visits if you get my drift. Our little shower works fine however for the hosedown-latherup-rinseoff sort of wash – so another tick on the list. Hair washing may be a bit water-greedy so I may get a very short haircut.

The north sea coast was less than a couple of miles away and the weather was the idyllic Indian Summer we all dream of as we sit through the rain in July. We cycled downhill into one of the several pubs in the village and had a good meal on Friday evening. Then pushed the bikes back uphill – well, I did, Neil was OK on his. Eating main meals out, even in modest, good value pubs would be a bit expensive as a regular thing. I cooked the next night – one of these weekends I will be properly organised and get enough food in to cook dinner both nights, and feel very virtuous. The night sky was clear, un-lightpolluted and starry. And a bit nippy to be frank so, time to test the heating and the double bed.

New things this time:

  • the double bed is pretty easy to set up but so huge that it is best done right before bedtime. Moving around after that is strictly one person at a time.
  • the blown air heater came on in the clear cool night – lovely.
  • The bed is comfortable after turning cushions around to get them flat(ish) but a mattress topper would be good.
  • Not a good idea to stand on a bed constructed of a jigsaw of cushions. Feet can slip between cushions and the slats below leaving torn sheets and grazed shins:-( (It was a thin and ancient sheet.)
  • The new flat blue water carrier on wheels has many openings, none of which are the right size for a neat fit for the pump. It can be used with attention. Consider a regular Aquaroll.
  • Cycle rack works OK but my newly acquired second hand bike is all wrong for me. Consider swapping it.
  • My fitness level is all wrong for cycling. Consider doing something about it. Other than blaming the bike.
  • Cooker works a treat and pasta is easy. The space is small, the challenge is to be systematic so you do not end up wielding more boiling pans than you have space to put them down again. The floor is a poor option for this even though the carpet is now dirty. Consider taking the carpet up and/or get a mini vacuum cleaner.
  • Urgently consider starting a written list – insufficient personal memory capacity for all the bits and pieces that seem to be necessary.
  • Take swimming things next time.

Swimming things? Yes – we could have swum in the North Sea in mid-September! Other people were doing so. And living. We took the walk to down to the beach at the bottom of Danes Dyke: through the wooded valley, past the café kiosk that time forgot (tea £1.00) onto the sandy beach with the bright white cliffs. Amazing.

And here we are: Robina and Neil, white cliffs and North Seacropped-snails-poor.jpg



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