It seems like only yesterday since we lost the trailer. Wait a minute…it was!
I got a call from Anthony at Airstream this morning at about 11am telling me that the leak problem had been found and solved. He’d even been up a ladder soaking the trailer with a pressure washer for an hour just to make sure. If it hadn’t been a balmy 3º Centigrade in the sun, that would have been a really unpleasant job. But big thanks go to Airstream for pulling out the stops and getting the trailer back to us so quickly. John had even gone around the interior and polished everything! Good stuff.
But suddenly we were faced with a problem. We couldn’t go back to the same campsite (they close for six weeks after tomorrow) so we had to find another one. Luckily there’re not many campers around at this time of year so we found a nice little CL (Caravan Club Certified Location) within spitting distance of Keswick. Anthony offered to deliver the trailer back to us, but we thought it would be a perfect opportunity to have a go at towing for ourselves. I’ve got to admit that if the new car didn’t have a humidity-controlled steering wheel, I would have had very sweaty palms. Let’s get this straight – it’s not a little outfit (especially for someone who’s never towed before) by UK caravan standards. We measure a little over 13 metres long (that’s about 42 feet in old money) and weigh in at about 4.7 tonnes. Luckily, the campsite we chose happened to have a very long, narrow, twisty, uneven road leading up to it, otherwise we’d have been in trouble.
It’s a simple enough site – there’s room for five outfits, a tap, somewhere to empty the toilet (more on that another day, I think) and that’s about it. But right now, we’re all nice and cozy inside the silver bubble with a beer in hand, while outside there’s a sky overflowing with stars, a nice, crispy frost taking over the grass, and a couple of owls having a loud conversation a few of fields away.
This is great.