The day of departure is, after what seems an eternity, finally upon us.
Today we will be traveling from our home in Poole, Dorset, to Black Horse Farm in Kent.
We set off down the street at 10.30. An uneventful trip ensued. We travelled, as we had decided earlier in the day, following the Northern route around the M25 so that we could cross the Queen Elizabeth Bridge at the Dartford crossing. Crossing the bridge was perfect at 2mph jockeying for position with Lorries from all over Europe. The cost also surprised us as we expected anything from £2 up to the maximum of £3.70 so when we were asked for just £1.50, I had to scrabble about for the appropriate change.
The scenery in the UK is brilliant, rolling hills for 10 minutes then woodland and steep valleys the next. Driving down the M20 was just as interesting with the long run down towards Dover followed by the steep sided chalk hills as we neared the coast.
We have been to Black Horse Farm Caravan site before, it is a tidy, well run site, full of people travelling to, or returning from France. To give them their dues, there is also a quite considerable section of ‘long stay’ caravans on the site as well.
It is a typical Caravan Club site with a few extras thrown in for good measure.
On arrival we noticed a sign advertising Fish & chips on Wednesday nights, after a short consultation with both my brain and my phone we concluded that this must be Wednesday, so no one was cooking tonight. The other extra, is the rabbit population lolling about in the shade of peoples caravans totally oblivious to the humans stressing over the position of their box on wheels and tell each other jokes, such as how many humans does it take to manoeuvre a caravan... we were also quite taken by an episode of near road rage as impatience got the better of someone looking for a pitch. However the sunshine and the temperature of nearly 30C, won out in the end and drinks were served, but not to the rabbits!