Motorhome Madness with the Walters

 It rained very heavily in the night. Even I woke up! Although I do like to hear the sound. Ian leapt up to ensure all the vents were closed. Come morning you wouldn’t know as the sun was shining and it was hot, hot, hot. Ian took Misty off past Cujo to the dog field and returned to say that her rabbit chasing days are over. Apparently two were sat within ten feet of her nonchalantly munching grass. She never noticed. I rustled up some nice bacon and eggs to eat in the sunshine, before Vicky came a calling to take us out for the day. Bacon and eggs We had decided on a visit to Wilton windmill, the other side of Marlborough, as Vicky had seen the sign many times and fancied visiting. Alas, we missed the sign and ended up half way to Swindon, eventually we were back on track and arrived to find a tempting job offer for all of us. A bit far We had a good look around the windmill, despite being eaten alive by creatures, before setting off on the round walk to Crofton pumping engine. Wi...

 ‘It rained heavily in the night’ Ian told me as I awoke. I never heard a thing, but surely enough the chairs, table, and new mat were all wet as I took Misty out. It was hot though so they would soon dry. We were moving on to Devizes today and this was another campsite with an 11am latest departure. Wells Touring has grown on me. It is certainly very tranquil, no children, showers are quite good although push button. It’s also within walking distance of the city centre and on a bus route. We breakfasted on porridge before packing up and rolling on out at exactly 11am. We got stuck for a bit behind a car and caravan that seemed to have hitch problems, but some burley men came along and moved it off the road. As we were not allowed in Devizes campsite till 1pm we decided to drive through the Cheddar Gorge. It was quite exciting in Dame Shirley, although Ian was very conscious that the trees were overhanging. That done we continued on our way, guided ably by Sir Georgie Kelly, and ar...

 It was slightly overcast when I took Misty out, but still nice and warm. Ian said it had rained in the night but I didn’t hear it. While I was showering, push showers Ian’s pet hate, he prepared bacon and eggs which we ate outside. We then tried to bandage Misty’s foot with some stuff Ian had bought at the pet shop. She didn’t really like that at all, especially when he put the little boot on top again, so we decided to rest her as the day was overcast. At first we thought we would just walk up to Wookey Hole and back, about a mile. Once there we had a coffee and an ice cream. You can get married down Wookey Hole if you so desire. We then decided to push on into Ebbor Gorge, Cheddars little brother.  Entering the danger area Plan A was to walk around the gorge floor following one of their paths, but all the Ash trees are dying and liable to fall over at any minute so those paths are closed. Plan B was to climb the steps up to the rim of the gorge following the West Mendip Way...

 Ian got up to walk Misty under an overcast sky. We were moving on once more to Wells, not next the sea, and the latest departure time was eleven. I don’t know how they expect people to be up and ready by then. Nevertheless we managed it, despite Ian having a lengthy conversation with his new friend. They were trying to leave for Tintagel. It was porridge for breakfast again, nice and quick to make. We mainly loved Damage Barton, it’s position was amazing and the facilities immaculate. I do like a stool or bench in the shower though, and if it says hot pasties they should sell hot pasties.  Sir Georgie Kelly told us that it would be just over two hours to Wells, not next the sea. But unfortunately there was some hippie festival turning out very close by and clogging all the roads up. ‘Never mind,’ Sir Georgie informed us, ‘I know a shortcut.’ The shortcut turned out to be on mainly D roads. ‘Narrow road ahead’ became Sir Georgies mantra for the majority of the way. Ian did rea...