Big Toe trauma at Costa del Pont y Cob
This story happened on: 15/09/2014
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Friday 5 September
Nothing quite like a last minute getaway. @DerekTheWeather has promised great things for the weekend, and when at 9.30pm last night Herself suggested a weekend in the van I jumped at the chance. This is the freedom that a caravan offers.
I managed to finish a few hours early and at 4pm I was parked up in B&Q adjacent to Herself's office waiting for her to finish work.
Not going far this weekend, just over to the CC site at Gowerton. All was well until we crossed over the Loughor bridge into Jacksville when it soon became evident that we were towing during rush hour. We hit stationary traffic by Swansea Sound and crawled past the Harvester and under the low bridge to the lights. It opened up for a little until we came to the lights where we needed to turn right onto the marsh road.
Herself went white and started to click. I looked right and took a sharp intake of breath. Put it this way, Pont y Cob road is no Yank freeway, barely wide enough for two cars to pass it is now choked with a long line of cars and transit vans. It's less than half a mile to the site entrance, but that measly distance takes me a good 15 mins to inch along with just cm to spare.
We join the queue to check in and Herself is a little fraught. Things didn't go too well in reception either, and by the time she emerges I can see she's ready to kill.
We find a nice sunny pitch, and are set up in no time at all. No awning this weekend. After chilling for a bit I get a result. I am supposed to be on call this weekend, so have come away without any shant for myself, but having put some pressure on the Omar Sherrife, my rota is covered. We head over to Asda to rectify the situation and collect a Chinese takeaway on our way back.
We pull up on site and as Herself is dishing up we get a knock on the door. It turns out that we have pitched up next to Herself's cousin and her hubby. What a coincidence. Herself promises that we'll be round as soon as we've eaten, so food is wolfed down before we make our way to their van, armed with chairs and bottles of grog.
They had not seen each other for a few years and we spent a delightful evening under their canopy catching up and talking all things caravanning and The Scarlets.
We had a bit of excitement at 9.30pm when an ambulance came into site with flashing blue lights to attend a caravan pitched 3 up from us. They were on site for nearly an hour and were attracting some attention, before leaving with the rather poorly caravanner loaded up.
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