It does provide some excellent people watching opportunities. Our comments are often that's bigger than the caravan !
Aah, I love watching "them" putting up the vast awnings on their caravans as they p&^s around with all the poles.
Battle front drawn the enduing couple pace about like a bull and a mattador, sagging canvas acting as the cloak...
And they're off, get the stool out, pass me that, no not this....dark glares pass back and forth...
OOh, is one of them going to strop off to the facilities?!!!
Er, just top up me glass luv, I'm watching the entertainment.
Such fun.
When can we go again, it's better than t'telly this...
Coming home from France I arrived at a campsite where a newly arrived caravan was having it's awning erected.
They were at the "poles laid out, fabric unstowed" stage.
I popped my roof, turned on the gas, swivelled my seat and had a cup of tea, then, stiff from all the driving decided on a walk.
Ax I passed they were manhandling one edge onto the awning. With a cheerful "bonsoir" I went for my walk, a couple of miles through sand dunes and along the beach.
Returning, and with a revived "bonsoir" I greeted the puffing couple as they tried to put some fabric over a joined together skeleton of poles.
I made myself some soup, then with a cheerful "bonsoir" went and asked my struggling neighbours if they would like coffee or une verre de vin.
Finally, at 10.30pm, in darkness, they completed the mammoth task and were returning my wine glasses. They looked inside my Cali, then popped in, then I lowered the upstairs bed to show them,
I think they went back to their flapping awning thinking about a Cali instead ....