Sore Feet

What a day that was! We got up early at 0600 hrs on Friday morning and off we drove to the Motorhome show at Peterborough. The drive was great being early as it meant we missed all the usual motorway road blocks and traffic jams that you usually get around Birmingham and arrived well and in good time at the Peterborough show ground, on what turned out to be a gorgeous hot and sunny day. We spent the day visiting all the shows stands and were lucky to get all the things we had on our shopping list and more, which entailed several trips back and fore to the car.

We met loads of interesting people like Pete & Shirl at the ARVE compound who we’d only ever met online at the forums and Duncan from Star Spangled Spanner, but sadly we missed finding Dave and Pauline Storr that we met last year at Gloucester and who must have been there, but that show is so huge that trying to find someone in that crowd is impossible. The only thing we collected that we didn’t want, was a pair of sore feet, so with a boot full of goodies and sunburnt to boot we headed back to our RV site Nr Stafford as we were expecting a visit from our eldest daughter and grandson for the weekend who were arriving that evening.

Yesterday and today were mostly spent entertaining a seven year old who wanted to see and do everything like playing football, which meant a trip to buy him a football and with the help of the farms favourite football playing pet dog Buster, is now a sad looking ball of teeth marks and bitten chunks.

We also treated him to a new bike so that he can ride around the farm without the fear of him getting run over, as you can see from the photo it was someone’s job to accompany him at all times, and he did nothing but moan, he must be the world’s youngest constant winger!!!

Oh Yes you can now ride!

No I'm Not

See you can do it!!!

Then he wanted to go fishing, so off we went armed with rod net and bread, alas he had to cross a field full of Jersey cows that meant he had to dodge loads of cow pats and of course they tend to be very inquisitive, as soon as we sat down to fish they approached in a big group and with the cries of ‘Bampi, Bampi, they’re getting closer’, fishing went out of the window and we made a quick scarper back to the RV.

If I don’t post on here for a few days, fear not, it’s just that I’m up to my neck catering to the whims of a seven year old pester monster called Rhys.

I will have loads of interesting info for RV’ers soon when I go through the process of putting all of the items we purchased at the show onto the RV or replacing things.

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