Saturday 12 May 2018
Rumour has it, that I survived my first night away. I certainly slept well.
The Hymer behaved itself for the first night, although for some reason, I can’t seem to light the gas part of the fridge. There has to be a knack I have yet to master.
A leisurely breakfast and general tidy up of the van and it was wheels-up by around 11 a.m. Come on folks, it’s the weekend! There again, I suppose all my days are now the weekend.
A whole four miles down the road and the first cultural stop of the tour was at The Devil’s Porridge Museum in the village of Eastriggs.
Opened in 2015, the museum tracks the story of the greatest munitions factory on Earth and the thousands who worked their in World War one.
The town of Annan just a few miles down the road was a convenient stop for a stroll and to pick up provisions for the next couple of days. The places I have lived in the past ten years have lacked a Tesco, so I have never needed a Tesco Clubcard. Asking at customer services would seem to be simple. “May I have card please?” It seemed not. Cards have to be applied for and posted to your home address. I don’t have a home address, so no way to pick up a card. Perhaps I’ll just stick to Aldi and Lidl.
Here I met my first fellow motor-homer, a lovely lady called Ann. Although she loves close-by had travelled by bicycle and not by motor-home, we met at one of the hides at the WWT centre.
Tonight will be my second night on the road and the first semi wild camping. A booked car park isn’t quite wild, as I need to pluck up the courage to do that.