A hazy start gave promise to a bright if not fresh day. Once the Campervan was loaded we hit the road and before long realised the bright day wasn’t going to last.
Rain hit as we travelled west along the A35 but cleared just in time for a short lunch stop at Picket Post.
20 minutes later we were on our way again, and the rain and sunshine battled it out, thankfully the sunshine prevailed and when we arrived at Bagwell Farm, we were able to set up under relatively pleasant skies.
A quick visit to the campsite shop solved the problem of having totally the wrong pegs for the hard standing we were setting up on.
Aching arms after hammering in 20 “Rock Pegs” through the gravel and the awning was up. Beer time!!
We killed an hour or so before setting out on the next challenge. A half mile mini hike in the semi darkness down an unknown footpath. The destination? A local country pub for tea.
Our first impressions of the Victorian Inn was “was it open?” A dimly lit bar propped up by what appeared to be a few locals assured us it was.
The next question that crossed out minds was, “are they serving food?”
Another answer in the affirmative again. So far so good!
Gammon, Cheeseburger and Scampi eaten by mummy, daddy and Max respectively, and while the food was basic, the 3 relatively empty plates proved it was tasty enough.
Max then politely attached himself to a couple of doggies that had travelled down from the midlands. With their families of course.
We wrapped up warm, wellies and walking boots donned and we set off.
The torch from our mobile phones helped a little in lighting the way, now the last remnants of the sunset had deserted us.
An hour later and Max was tucked up in the Campervan roof, while we broke out Banagrams. We bravely battled tiredness but with the ever increasing desire to tuck chin to chest and close my eyes we gave up, and retired for the night.
