The Second Upgrade, part 1, Camping Chronicles 4

camping mickeyCompared to the pup tent and its successor, THIS was a mansion. Memories of Dad’s tunnel tent and the cow flashed before me, so we practiced putting it up in the back garden the day after we bought it.tent frameAs it turned out though, the manufacturers had also taken that problem on board and now all the connecting poles were attached by inner springs, so there was no way we could get it wrong.

The double airbed had perished the same way as the two singles had, so we upgraded our sleeping arrangements by investing in proper camp beds and added two folding chairs. Our long equipment box doubled up as a dining table and wash stand, so we could have our washes in the privacy of our tent, and it was almost a home from home.
The dog loved it too, he could happily sleep on his own bedding between our beds, and when we rolled over, we were above him so no chance of smelly feet (or anything else) being shoved up our nose.

As things turned out though, we didn’t have that many holidays with him as he suddenly became extremely agitated on long journeys, though coming back from wherever we’d been, he was as good as gold. Getting ‘there’ was noisy, distracting and annoying for us and distressing and anxious for him, but we never got to the bottom of it. On the occasions we wanted or needed to get away from the rat race for a few days, I’d stock up the freezer and cupboards with goodies and ask my Mum to come and puppy sit. She was quite happy to do so as it made a break for her and as we’d extend her visit so that we could take her on an outing or two once we got back, it was a bit of a holiday for her too. It was also our way of saying thanks.

The tent was put away for a few years and came out again in 2006. We had been looking to move and decided to take our holidays camping in any area we were interested in so that we could have a good look around. Maggie must be the most travelled puppy in the world. Thanks to estate agents not realising we had over 100 miles to travel, they’d arrange property viewings for between 9am and noon on a Saturday, so already we’d covered parts of Wales with early starts and long day trips in the summer of 2005. With the tent, we could go further afield and check out more of what the country had to offer, including Scotland. Finding camp sites was relatively easy and we could opt for the cheaper ones (around £6 per night now) as the only thing that was a must was the usual shower block and flush loos.
One night was really cold, and Hubby was awakened by the dog wriggling her way down inside his sleeping bag, turning round at the bottom, and then pushing her way back to the top until her nose was level with his ear. Duly snuggled, she fell asleep almost immediately, and so did he!camping sleeping bagThe owner of one camp site we stopped at saw we had good control over her and said that we were welcome to walk our dog in his field provided the cows weren’t in it. Maggie had met up with one of his cows nose to nose in the road, and promptly sat down wagging her tail. He’d found it really funny, and said he didn’t mind if she wasn’t on a lead all the time either. We were the only campers allowed that privilege though, and we were on his site for four days.

By February 2007, we’d found a property we liked, our offer had been accepted and we had a buyer for our house. Things were looking really good until we went for our second visit in early March only to find that the owners now wanted more money and were megga peeved that we didn’t want to buy any of their furniture. They also wanted a quick exchange but wouldn’t commit to a definite completion date as they wanted to ‘look around Scotland for a few months’ first.  Knowing that the procedure for buying property in Scotland was different to buying one in England and Wales  (one of the things that had actually put us off) , alarm bells were clanging in my head and Hubby wasn’t happy either. We decided to walk away from the deal altogether, which made them even more peeved. (Note: It would appear we actually had a lucky escape as other properties we had looked at in that area have been completely flooded in recent years and are now uninhabitable and totally unsellable, though this was not one of them) .
Rather than lose our buyer though, we allowed our sale to complete in April and went into temporary accommodation. It didn’t work out, so we left our furniture in storage, loaded up the car with the tent and the dog, and went off in search of a permanent residence.camping loaded carThis action was really going to put our expertise, patience and sanity to the test.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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