We went away to the Isle of Purbeck in the mortorhome last weekend, and a very nice time we had. Just two things hindered our stay slightly:
Firstly I lost No.1 Son's drone again, this time in a tree as it was returning home in automatic mode. The home point shifted by a metre and it managed to clip a tree, staying up there. It was only a very thin birch tree, but no amount of shaking it by Hay and I would dislodge it. It was a tad too thick and required 3 burly chaps to sway the tree. I was hoping any overnight wind would dislodge it, but there was no wind to be had. I've let the campsite owners know its exact location with What-3-Words and a video, and have offered a £25 reward if anyone can knock it out of the tree and keep it till we return.
This droning is becoming an expensive hobby.
Then on the Friday night we were disturbed till the early hours by a bunch of middle-aged men who had probably gathered for a reunion. They had lit a campfire and were drinking around it from lunchtime till very late, playing rather loud music. I was too comfortable in bed to remonstrate with them.
However, the next evening they once more gathered around a campfire they had just lit and were set for a rerun of the previous night - I didn't think they had the stamina, but they did. However, they obviously hadn't clocked the weather forecast, as it was predicted to rain heavily within half an hour. And it did. Deep joy - their campfire was extinguished, they retreated into their various VW T5 campervans and we had a quiet night.
It would seem not that many younger people do check the weather forecast, as several campfires that had been lit by young families started steaming as the rain descended. We were snug and smug in our motorhome, watching reruns of Life on Mars on Netflix with a hot dinner inside us while sipping wine.
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