Where's Bertie? This has got to be our oddest overnight kipping spot yet: he's inside the workshop of the Hymer dealer.
After a day spent sitting around in the Hymer dealer (I entertained myself modifying knitting patterns and took myself off for a small strollette; Mick surveyed a dozen or so of the motorhomes that surround us and concluded that none of them would suit us as well as Bertie), the news came at just gone 6pm that the workshop hadn't been able to complete the work required on Bertie's back wheelarch, and thus would we mind spending the night inside the workshop?
My main focus was on dinner at that point (I'd carelessly undercatered for the day), and we certainly weren't planning to venture out anywhere this evening, so it made little difference to us whether Bertie was inside or out.
It does feel a little odd to be left in the pitch-dark inside of a locked-up building with millions of pounds worth of stock (albeit not very stealable, even if one was dishonest), but it's most certainly quiet.
After a day spent sitting around in the Hymer dealer (I entertained myself modifying knitting patterns and took myself off for a small strollette; Mick surveyed a dozen or so of the motorhomes that surround us and concluded that none of them would suit us as well as Bertie), the news came at just gone 6pm that the workshop hadn't been able to complete the work required on Bertie's back wheelarch, and thus would we mind spending the night inside the workshop?
My main focus was on dinner at that point (I'd carelessly undercatered for the day), and we certainly weren't planning to venture out anywhere this evening, so it made little difference to us whether Bertie was inside or out.
It does feel a little odd to be left in the pitch-dark inside of a locked-up building with millions of pounds worth of stock (albeit not very stealable, even if one was dishonest), but it's most certainly quiet.
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