Sunday 7th September 2014
A day of blog creation, re-packing the garage and feeding our next location into the Snooper Trouper SatNaff plus chilling out around Twernt. Dennis and Joyce woke at 6:00am to get an early start for their trip up to Diseworth where they pitch up on the access path that leads down to Amanda’s parents ‘Yellow Brick Road’ nature trail.
Amanda spent our last day at Highlands End Touring Park, near Bridport, cleaning Twernt and chuntering away about the seat covers recently fitted in Twernt; ‘These bloody seat covers aren’t working out’ spilt into the air many times – not exactly what I wanted to hear whilst I was in my ‘blog-zone’.
Amanda got the message (I replied, ‘Oh’ too many times) and left Twernt to mooch around the local Eype coastline with Shakey and Tilley – but only after satisfying her penchant for cleaning anything and everything inside Twernt (where I was ‘working’).
The ‘leatherette’ covers have required an excessive amount of attention in order to maintain their original appearance – at least a thorough clean once a day and sometimes AJ cleans them twice daily.
We have tried ScotchGuarding them plus we’ve tried other protectants but nothing seems to work. They look good when cleaned but soon attract all manner of ‘ingrained’ blemishes. Had we not chosen the ‘cream’ coloured ‘leatherette’ then we would not have been able to see the state that they very quickly get into. We have large flat rectangular cushions placed on the seats for the dogs but, in fairness, it is most likely the dogs that cause the problem.
The covers will have to go – next year we’ll check-out recovering with leather – should be much easier to keep clean.
There you go ‘bacon lady’ I put it in writing as requested
Amanda took a couple of final pictures of this area:
Monday 8th September 2014
I had fed the destination postcode into the Snooper Trouper SatNaff the previous day and we set off for the Durdle Door Holiday Park some 26 miles east of Bridport.
50 miles later we arrived at Durdle Door
I admit that the pre-drive checking and double checking of the SatNaff input hadn’t taken place and I therefore checked on my ‘to do’ list but that didn’t include telling me to check the input to the SatNaff either (I don’t actually have a check list but if I did have one it would only have read ‘Set Satnav’).
Believe me checklists can only do so much (I’ve checked).
We arrived at theDurdle Door Holiday park quite early and encountered only one small problem – it wasn’t there
Having driven up a very narrow lane that was just about the width of Twernt, SatNaff informed me that we had arrived at our destination, there was a farmhouse there so it was clearly someone’s destination – just not ours
After perfect execution of a 235 point turn in an area designed to make life difficult for even a Smart car we drove back towards the ‘A’ road in the hope of finding a pull-in whilst we corrected whatever error had caused Durdle Door to not be at the postcode location given on their website.
The pull-in was generously provided by the owners of another farmhouse, albeit without their knowledge when we parked across the drive leading in/out of their property. The error was quickly identified: the address held in SatNaff didn’t include the last 2 digits of the postcode. I know that I keyed them into Mrs. Sat-bloody-Naff-bloody-Useless but they weren’t there when Snooper Trouper was called into action.
I took my revenge by using very heavy taps on the touch screen whilst navigating around SatNaff’s various features and destination-assist offerings.
And there, under ‘ACSIS Campsites’ was the very site we were heading for – except now it was 11.9 miles back in the direction we’d come from.
To be fair, and to give an accurate description of the drive back to Durdle Door, I must confess to a period of HD swearing directed at SatNaff, and, in her defence, she was never less than her polite normal self.
Durdle Door didn’t disgrace itself as SatNaff had and here’s why:
Tuesday 9th September 2014
Still great weather here in England and today we walked over to Lulworth Cove.
It’s a short walk from Durdle Door with Lulworth Cove coming into view once atop the hill opposite the touring park – maybe 200-300 yards walk and then maybe another 800 yards downhill into Lulworth.
This was our day:
Just 3 days to go until we cross over to France, we’re counting the hours but we’re having a great time on this very, very short 2 weeks and 3 days pre-tour taster; it’s a bit like a holiday except we don’t have anywhere to return to nor any desire to go there.