And We’re Off…

…starting with a slow loop to take in Dorset and Glastonbury before heading east and making for the Channel ports. We remembered to pack most things but – you won’t believe this – we forgot to take a corkscrew. Oh dear. And that’s why we marked my birthday a couple of evenings ago with some rather cork-particle-infested red wine.

The route we took from Hay-on-Wye to our first overnight stop on the Jurassic Coast doesn’t bear close examination either. We’d left the problem of navigation to the satnav that came with the van, trusting it to find the fastest route for us. This turned out to be a mistake. The satnav seemed to think that the best way of getting down to Dorset was to set off up the M5 towards Birmingham; an opinion that we had great difficulty in accepting. So we didn’t and used our own judgement on what was, after all, a relatively simple route. Our progress was punctuated by strident reminders that we had missed a turning or failed to leave the motorway at a junction, interspersed by resigned cries of “Route Recalculation” from the hard-pressed but woefully inadequate satnav. Pulling gently to a halt in our pre-booked National Trust camping field, our arrival was marked by the satnav proudly announcing “Destination on the right after 300 metres”. Nobody cared what it thought by that stage so we turned it off and set about the next important task of attacking a wine bottle cork with a penknife as the sun eased slowly towards the horizon in an idyllic setting…

Next day dawned full of promise, the sat nav stayed off and we called in on some old friends for lunch, which was glorious and accompanied by some light prosecco-tasting. Top Tip – Majestic Wines’ special own-brand prosecco is well worth searching out. I can’t remember its name though, only that it looked a bit like Lagioiosio or some such. I’m sure you’ll find it if you go looking.

Moving on to a temporary campsite near Glastonbury Abbey we parked up for a couple of nights to see Paloma Faith in the Glastonbury Abbey Extravaganza.  She turned out to have lost her voice so the whole thing was a bit of a flop really.  Never mind.  Undaunted by our lack of exposure to P Faith we  pressed on pausing only for coffee with Mark and Lesley, followed by lunch with Tom and Patrick.

After all that we staggered off fatly to get the midnight ferry for Dunkirk and all points north.  Hurrah.