Jim
Ringleader
I know we often go on about Caravan Club Marshals and their infatuation with the little white peg. Well 
I turn up at around 8pm to the Caravan and Motorhome Club temporary site at the NEC and was greeted by a couple of charming ladies who booked me in and wished me well. Then I was to follow the Marshal who was driving one of those mini John Deere tractors that look like great fun; he would park me up.
Twice he came to the wrong window with his instructions (I'm left-hand drive) I was happy to open that window and talk to him through it but no, he'd rather come around to the driver's side. 12 years in the army made me good at taking orders, so I didn't question why I had to reverse on to his mark, that I was already on but facing the wrong way, I could have said, well what about those vans they are facing this way, but i didn't, I just sighed.
Cruise liners have better a turning circle than my van so I trundled around in a massive circle. so I could reverse in the dark on to the precise bit of land I'd just vacated, but at least I'd be facing the right way
Forward a bit, back a bit, Can you move a metre that way mate, back a bit, no, I'd like you here, that's it, You'll do.
Thanks god for that, I just wanted a brew. I put the kettle on and then stepped outside to put my silver screens on, up to my ankles in a thick muddy puddle, it seemed all that manoeuvring was to get my habitation door right above this muck. So I moved about 6 feet sideways where the ground was firmer, drank my tea and got an early night. I was out at 8am to the show.
On my return, I saw a note under a wiper blade. I thought maybe a funster had spotted me and left a message. But no, this was far more serious and URGENT!
Would you like to see the note.? Given that I was in a pretty much empty field of mud It had me chuckling all afternoon..
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I turn up at around 8pm to the Caravan and Motorhome Club temporary site at the NEC and was greeted by a couple of charming ladies who booked me in and wished me well. Then I was to follow the Marshal who was driving one of those mini John Deere tractors that look like great fun; he would park me up.
Twice he came to the wrong window with his instructions (I'm left-hand drive) I was happy to open that window and talk to him through it but no, he'd rather come around to the driver's side. 12 years in the army made me good at taking orders, so I didn't question why I had to reverse on to his mark, that I was already on but facing the wrong way, I could have said, well what about those vans they are facing this way, but i didn't, I just sighed.
Cruise liners have better a turning circle than my van so I trundled around in a massive circle. so I could reverse in the dark on to the precise bit of land I'd just vacated, but at least I'd be facing the right way
Forward a bit, back a bit, Can you move a metre that way mate, back a bit, no, I'd like you here, that's it, You'll do.
Thanks god for that, I just wanted a brew. I put the kettle on and then stepped outside to put my silver screens on, up to my ankles in a thick muddy puddle, it seemed all that manoeuvring was to get my habitation door right above this muck. So I moved about 6 feet sideways where the ground was firmer, drank my tea and got an early night. I was out at 8am to the show.
On my return, I saw a note under a wiper blade. I thought maybe a funster had spotted me and left a message. But no, this was far more serious and URGENT!
Would you like to see the note.? Given that I was in a pretty much empty field of mud It had me chuckling all afternoon..
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