Frank has given us the theme of Scene this week.
With holidaymakers overrunning the town, you can imagine what it’s like trying to park, go shopping, or even walk the dog along the beach!
However, I’m going back almost thirty years, to the time when Hubby and I had just got together and we went camping.
I had Kizzy, my GSD then, and she slept in the car whereas Hubby and I shared his little pup tent.
The cause for amusement wasn’t as you might think, me getting in a muddle putting it up, or getting in and out of it.
Hubby even gave me a running commentary, which was hysterical because he was telling me before it happened!
Setting the scene:
A hot, airless day on a busy camp site, the dog is tethered on a running rope between two trees as Hubby and I sit in our camping chairs sipping tea.
A 4 X 4 containing two adults and two pouting children arrives towing a four to six berth caravan. They have been allocated the pitch directly opposite us, so we have a front row seat, and made ourselves comfortable for the show.
First, there was a variety of manoeuvres with the caravan to get it Just So in the right position. Things were not working out with the vehicle attached, so they unhitched it and pushed/pulled it by hand, finally settling on the exact spot they had originally parked. Next was unloading it and sending the kids off to get water in a roller butt.
Husband opened a can of beer whilst Wife continued to unload various pieces of furniture and cooking implements in her search for the awning.
Standing on a stool, she fed said awning through the channels on the side of the van only to discover it was the wrong way round. Husband shouted at Wife with a few unflattering words, but made no offer to help, just opened another can of beer.
Two soaking wet kids arrived with the water butt, having had a hose fight while filling it up. More angry words from both parents, then Husband loses it completely. Throwing his second can of beer on the ground, he storms off in the direction of the clubhouse, leaving Wife to get on with it and sort out the mess. The kids are told to change while she tidies and organises their pitch, then all three troop off to join Husband.
The scene was worthy of any sitcom, and I wish I’d had the camera, though it would have been hard to focus as my eyes were streaming too much with laughter.