The last few weekends I’ve been pretty busy outside.
I quite like being busy outside (ssssh, don’t tell anyone – taps finger against nose).
A couple of weekends ago I went a little mad with the power-washer and a few power tools (not at the same time, obv). All to good benefit though.
The fence between us and our neighbours is due (and, because of some of that power-washer action, is now ready for) some heavy wood preservative action.
It’s a three day weekend, so lack of time shouldn’t be a problem; just the weather.
The caravan engineer popped out on Friday to give our van a full electrical, gas, and mechanical service.
Ironically one of the things we have all said we miss is the opportunity to hitch up and just go off for the weekend.
It’s ironic because we haven’t even managed to do that yet, having only travelled the caravan from Lincolnshire to home, and from home to the storage where she now lives.
We’ve decided that when we do get the new rig (see how I just dropped in the caravanning jargon there?) on the road, we’ll do a few weekends away, but not travel too far, just to get ourselves practised in the art of packing, towing, arriving, setting up, living in, packing, towing, getting home (etc).
We’ve joined the Camping and Motorhome Club (used to be the Camping and Caravan Club I think?), which gave us access to lots of helpful information and discounts and stuff.
The information has been handy, but the only thing the discounts have saved is about 15% of the caravan insurance premium.
Before the start of lockdown we had booked a fortnight away, in August, which was going to be our big maiden voyage.
We’ll see if that happens, eh?