Unlike me, Loverboy is relentlessly optimistic- a few days before we go up, he confidently assures me,
'Sure packing'll be wee buns this time- we hardly need anything!'
|Behind the wall...|
This one is our longest trip so far - 2 whole weeks. On board, as well as industrial quantities of Weetabix and toilet rolls, we had garden furniture, for the new deck on the caravilla.
(Side note-it's just been built and it's fabulous! I should probably mention, that I'm a HUGE fan of dining al fresco, the kids understandably, not so much.
'Away on, it's hardly raining at all- put up your hood and eat your dinner!')
But where was I ? Ah yes, the journey up with the garden furniture. You can imagine that with seven people, a glass table, six chairs, and an umbrella as well as all the other 'stuff', we were at maximum capacity. Warnings were immediately issued, not to spontaneously open doors in case of random breakages and right up the middle of the car, a bit like the Berlin Wall, was the new table. Because of this, chit chat was somewhat limited up front , and there were lots of shouted conversations. Sweets and insults were passed over the top of the wall, and to glimpse Loverboy at all, I had to squeeze my head round the front of the table, right beside the windscreen. This startled him every time, (which I childishly found amusing), but for safety's sake, kept to a minimum.
To be honest though, the novelty soon wore off...for all of us. The DVD player couldn't be put on because the 'wall' blocked the screen and between this and the shouting, the journey seemed longer. Oh, and then the rain started. Thankfully, I had done a brief check on the contents of the trailer before we left and immediately clocked the uncovered sheets and towels stowed on top. 'On no!' says I, 'that bag's not staying there- it's about to pour!'
With stubborn optimism, despite ominous dark clouds AND the weather forecast, Yer man answered, ' Sure the sun's splitting the stones! It's gorgeous ....and anyway there's no room for it in the car'. Which was true, a rejig would have been necessary, but there was simply no way I was going up there to re-dry bed linen, just for the craic of it.
Placatingly, he said, 'Look, IF it starts to rain, I'll pull in, and we'll move it then.'
I agreed grudgingly, but before we even got to the top of our lane, it had started to spit. A mile up the road and I was glaring meaningfully around the table at him, while the torrential rain beat aginst the windscreen behind me.
|The Hillbillies on tour|
Now we're finally here and unpacked and on our holliers, and between walks on the beach, films and popcorn, crab fishing, buckets and spades, Trivial Pursuit, 99's, fish and chips, coffee, wine, Lego, raincoats, books and picnics, it has all the makings of a good old fashioned Irish summer holiday. (With the bonus extras of Wifi, an electric blanket and Christian Grey, of course!). I'll let you know how it goes....