Surrounded by vans, I have decided to move on to Mull a day early. This means there will probably be more 'blog silence', as there is no 3G reception on the Ross of Mull on my network. The Caravan Club, in its wisdom, have given me a 'first warning' for going early (but no refund). I am tempted to make a badge labelled with 'I'm on my first CC warning' to wear on CC sites! Probably get thrown out for provocative behaviour. Tempting though...
We've just had the big changeover here, as vanners leave by midday, and others arrive. There is much scrunching of gravel as people try to back large caravans or Motorcaravans into awkward spaces. Usually done by the men, ignoring their wives who are trying to wave them into position. Then, out come the chairs, tables and awnings. So they sit shivering outside, because they are pretending it's summer. I came across one man yesterday, who was constructing an elaborate fortress of wire panels in order to keep his Shelties from straying abroad. I'd post a picture of it, but it might look a bit obvious!
Below: view through Flossy's window
I met a nice, slightly alternative Scottish couple yesterday, who'd just bought an early tiny Romahome (one of Flossy's ancestors). They were absolutely delighted with it, but goodness knows how they managed to sleep in it, the husband looked as if he was over six foot tall!
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