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Saw my first caravan today, parked in the truck bays at Strensham Service Station, they'll start multiplying now until we are infested. It wouldnt be so bad if they parked sensibly in the lanes, one behind the other to save space but no they can't. They seem to feel the need to park sideways, diagonal, in the driving lanes, anything to just get in the way.
This is no word of a lie, last summer i pulled into Strensham and true to form there were caravans everywhere, sideways, nose to nose, everywhich way but the right way. Anyways i pulled over into an overspill area, an area that because of its location, we drive in nose first. I set my alarm clock for 45 minutes and climbed on the bunk. 45 minutes later i woke up to find a caravan parked in the driving lane right behind me. The driver was asleep, face against the glass with a nice line of drool dribbling down the window. i banged on the window ever so ungentley (yes i did just make that word up) so that he nearly pooped his self with shock. i asked him why the hell didnt he go and park with the rest of his sandal footed cronies. He just grunted and drove off.
This is what we have to put up with in the summer, on the road they travel at 40 mph on the motorways, big long convoys of them as far as the eye can see and in the service stations they manage to clog all the parking area.
I must be missing something, what fun can it possibly be, sitting in your stupid stripey aluminium deck chair eating a poxy chicken drumstick in the middle of a truck park. if i get chance i try to park along side them so they can have a nice sniff of diesel fumes while they listen to the asthmatic droning din of my fridge engine, they might get the hint and just sod off.
This is no word of a lie, last summer i pulled into Strensham and true to form there were caravans everywhere, sideways, nose to nose, everywhich way but the right way. Anyways i pulled over into an overspill area, an area that because of its location, we drive in nose first. I set my alarm clock for 45 minutes and climbed on the bunk. 45 minutes later i woke up to find a caravan parked in the driving lane right behind me. The driver was asleep, face against the glass with a nice line of drool dribbling down the window. i banged on the window ever so ungentley (yes i did just make that word up) so that he nearly pooped his self with shock. i asked him why the hell didnt he go and park with the rest of his sandal footed cronies. He just grunted and drove off.
This is what we have to put up with in the summer, on the road they travel at 40 mph on the motorways, big long convoys of them as far as the eye can see and in the service stations they manage to clog all the parking area.
I must be missing something, what fun can it possibly be, sitting in your stupid stripey aluminium deck chair eating a poxy chicken drumstick in the middle of a truck park. if i get chance i try to park along side them so they can have a nice sniff of diesel fumes while they listen to the asthmatic droning din of my fridge engine, they might get the hint and just sod off.
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