My CJ trip... Remember this is our first trip in the van and the first time we have been camping with the kids and our first VW festival.
I think one word can describe it. Nightmare.
It seemed that everyone driving Friday had their brain removed and crashed into something in front.
My weekend went as follows:
Test drove the van to a mates house thurs and covered a round trip of about 105 miles, this is the furthest I have driven it...
To celebrate decided to have a few beers Thursday night, this turned into a bit of a sess and a late night went to bed at 3am, up at 7 to get the kids ready for school. I am hungover and grumpy. This is cock up #1
Picked my lad up after school and headed up from Southampton way. On the A34 trusty tomtom advised that there was a 75 minute delay on the M6 so we were routed on the m54, fine apart from within minutes there was a 45 minute delay so ended up being sent round the houses and down every single track road.
After 4.5 hours we arrived at the site only to have to wait a further hour to get to the pitch area. Not muddy but the grass is wet. Really???? it was like a bog, or so I thought (it was quite dry were we pitched compared to the rest of the site as I would discover).
Got the bus parked up, tent out (didn’t take the awning as I didn’t fancy putting it up and packing it away in the rain – this is cock up #2)
Pitched the tent, realised we were completely un organised and had packed too much stuff.
Swore lots. Moaned lots. Tent is pitched, generator is on and heater is fired up as the girls are complaining they are cold.
Olivia my 22 month old daughter falls out of the van from the seat/bed in the back, face plants in the mud. Half her face is covered in thick gloopy mud. Teddy is dirty. Bugger.
It’s about 11.30pm by this time and we decide to cut our losses and go to bed.
I put the bed down, I can’t. I fitted seat belts in the back the weekend before and didn’t think to check that they cleared the bed. Cue more silent swearing and I am not getting any less grumpier. I want to cut my loses and go home. This is cock up #3.
I removed the belts and get the bed down, when fitting the belts I had to remove the bed to get to the bolts, as above I hadn’t check the bed and unfortunately one of the supports was mis-aligned so wouldn’t support any weight. That’ll be Olivia’s side of the bed. This is cock up #4
Go to bed, wake up in the morning. Laughing thinking things can’t get any worse. This line of thinking turns out to be cock up #5 ( I will get to it)
Have a fun day Saturday apart from Olivia is now feeling poorly and has a temperature, we have actually remember to bring calpol – hoorah!!!
Due to the mud we can’t all wonder round the trade area so Claire and the kids head back to the van. Buy a new bed and a few bits for the van (thanks Sparky for the heads up on the canopy ) wander back to the van and have a couple of drinks and have a bit of a snooze.
Saturday night comes, we have food and a few drinks, Sam and I brave the mud again so he can ride the quad bikes and go to the fair and get food for everyone. Got to listen to one of the bands playing out the side of a splitty which was really cool. Finally we decide to call it a day and get our heads down. It’s around 11pm by now, I am in the tent and I hear Claire calling my name, there is distress in her voice.
You know we woke up Saturday thinking things couldn’t get worse? Well I open up the sliding door and Olivia has been sick everywhere, all over herself, all over the bed...
Bed stripped, Olivia stripped, cleaned and changed, bedding binned along with Olivia’s jimmy Jams. We go to bed.
Wake Sunday morning. We all have had a decent night’s sleep, Olivia is still poorly but a lot better, even mum’s in good spirits.
Managed to get packed up and away without too much issue, say cheerio to a few people.
Saturday night I had charged iPads, iPhones and had the fridge running... All off the van’s 12v supply. My logic is the fridge has a low voltage system so I think so long as the fridge is running the battery is healthy. This was cock up #6 I go to start the van, it fires up straight away and then dies. Battery is dead. Thankfully Nugsy has a power pack with him and gives me some juice to start the bus (thanks matey!!!!!)
But we left thinking what we need to do next time, Sam didn’t want to go home, Claire was talking about the next one on the IOW. Despite the cock ups and piss poor planning by famile blonde we all had a great time.
Met some of you guys, I had meant to be more sociable Saturday afternoon but I was waiting for someone to collect some trim and then I ended up having a snooze, then the heavens opened, excuses, excuses, excuses...
I will book again for next year, but it it’s raining I won’t make the trip as I think Weston should have reconsidered holding the event. They were not set up to cope with the mud etc. Not to mention the power issues Saturday morning for the traders. The gennies for the food/coffee traders were a little troublesome for a period...