Arrived at Kendal Caravan Club site after a three hour wet and windy drive on the M6. The HyLo wallows like a boat in the traffic; presumably due to its nautical antecedents.
The site is full of trees just coming into leaf. There are bluebells with the attendant wild garlic; I guess if I was adventurous I would use some to make a tasty recipe. But I'm not, so I won't. Probably against the site rules anyway.
The Caravan Club seems to be full of rules, and treats its members like small children. While I can understand the need for health and safety etc., it doesn't make for a warm welcome. Just hope that I have parked correctly to my peg...I wonder if the peg police will come in the small hours, and will 'write to' me if I've got it wrong. just as the Club reprimands those who need to cancel their bookings, however valid the reason.
Rant over! And the birds here make me feel happy again; they are everywhere, and singing their hearts out!
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