My favourite mug,🍵 Oh the irony 😭.
My favourite mug,🍵 Oh the irony 😭.
The end of September again means only one thing for me. My annual visit to the Adventure Overland Show held on Stratford upon Avon racecourse. This year I visited on my own some. The Extreme Knitter had other commitments.
The show gets better each year with many varied trade stands, displays and so many interesting vehicle in the camping and parking area.
As always, I will just leave a few of the photos for you to digest.
Landrover 1963 Series 2A forward control camper
This beauty was a work in progress. It just oozes classic Landy.
Just a little electrical work that needs tiding up. One of those five minute jobs
Nice Arse end
Xplora Overland were showing their new Ford Transit conversion. If only I had the money.
I’m trying to convince the Extreme Knitter that we need to tow one of these buggies behind our campervan.
VW T5s LTs T4s
Ex Military Trucks were well represented
Series One Landrovers
Our Old Series One Landrover
I do regret selling our Series one Landrover. The beauty of hindsight.
This trip is out of sync with my other posts as it happened today. Normal service will be resumed.
They never tell you when you’re a teenager that when you become, shall we say “more mature” that although your body is sagging and aching, inside your head there is still an eighteen year old trying to get out.
Well they probably did tell us, but when your eighteen you never think your going to grow old.
We decided to release our younger selves and go party. Saturday morning and we drove Puffin up to the posh end of town pulling up outside the house we affectionately know as the “Crazy Shack”. We were picking up our feral daughter and our equally feral granddaughter.
The sounds were blasting from the camper stereo as we started our family road trip. Fifteen minutes later we pulled in to our destination.
Yes, we were getting down with the kids at our first ever VW festival and virtually on our doorstep. This was a day visit to break us in to festival life gently.
The Dubs in the Middle VW Festival at Evesham
We took the posse of younger people with us just in case we were turned away at the gate for being too old.
My first wrist band
The vast array of VW vehicles kept me busy while the rest of the gang bought various items of clothing from the trade stands.
Toyota engined Doka Bay
Splitty with barn side doors
Immaculate Beetle engine
There was a Foam pit, but sadly only for the little ones.
Live bands were playing in the two Marquees.
One of the advantages of taking a campervan to a festival is being able to have a cup of tea, a piece of homemade cake and an afternoon nap to rest our weary bones before we party on with the kids later.
Unfortunately, early evening and our energy levels started to wane and we took the unanimous decision to head home.
Sadly the Extreme knitter and I would have to miss one thing we wanted to experience as it didn’t start until 11pm. “The Silent Disco”
I found the concept of the silent disco fascinating. I presume my younger reader will know all about it, but for the more elderly reader I will explain. You walk into a marquee with a mass of writhing bodies, strutting their stuff on the dance floor and the DJ is spinning his sounds, but the room is silent. Everyone is wearing a pair headphones that connect them via Bluetooth to the sound system. Not only that there are three separate channels, so you could be dancing to Abba, your partner might be jiving to Buddy Holly and your drunken mate would be head banging to AC/DC. How weird is that.
If this technology had existed back in the fifties it could have caused problems. Imagine asking your date for the evening to step up onto the Tower dance floor at Blackpool. Headphones on and your date selects the tango and you select the waltz.
I think the gang enjoyed the day
We all highly recommended The Dubs in the Middle Festival. We could have rolled up at the 8am start and stopped until midnight all for £5 with loads of entertainment, food, shopping and loads of cool VWs to swoon over.
Don’t you hate that heart wrenching moment when you hear the crack of breaking glass and the thought of an expensive repair?
I bent down to pick something up off the floor and my phone slipped out of my shirt pocket onto the hard tiled floor. It dropped about half a metre and landed screen down on a hard tiled floor. The cracking sound made me wince.
The result of the fall
Luckily because of my work, my phone is protected by a silicone skin and has a tempered glass screen protector. I carefully removed the screen protector to reveal an unbroken phone screen
The tempered glass screen protector cracked.
This screen saver cost £2.99 from e bay and has saved me from having to replace my phone.
With the cost of phones and tablets they are worth fitting and they don’t affect the touch operation of the screen.
As you can see. Its been an uneventful month, work and commitments stopping us getting away.
Puffin past her MOT test without any advisories. We are road taxed and have renewed the insurance, so we are legal and ready to travel.
I did mange to successfully reseal the leaking roof vent, but in all the excitement I forgot to take loads of photos.
The hole in the roof after I had cleaned the old sealant away.
I took Puffin to the local weighbridge and she weighs in at a lightweight 2150 kg which gives us a useful 500kg payload allowance.
I can highly recommend anyone in the Warwickshire/Worcestershire area to use the Public weighbridge at Simon & Deans Ltd in Brickyard Lane, Studley B80 7EE. cost £3.50
One of the things that comes with the passing years is our inability to read the small print in newspapers and I’ve wore reading glasses for a few years now. I hate having to use them. Carrying reading glasses is a hassle and I always forgot to take them with me when we were out. I have to get the extreme knitter to read menus for me or she carries a pair in her handbag.
I ordered a new pair of reading glasses and they arrived the other day, all the way from France.
They are called Nooz and just like the Pince-nez from the 19th century they clip on to your nose without the aid of ear pieces, but using modern materials.
The Nooz are available in several colours, but a little expensive for reading glasses.
They are made from polymer making them comfortable and flexible. They come with a slim case that fits in the shirt pocket.
On the plus side:-
Extremely light 6g
They don’t pinch your nose
The case is small and unobtrusive.
Well there are no faults really.
It’s easy to forget you’re wearing them.
After years of removing ordinary glasses by pulling off with the side ear pieces it takes a little while getting used to lifting them off by the bridge. I still sometimes forget and grab at non existent ear pieces.
Of course the infamous Hercule Poirot wore Pince-nez and there was a Sherlock Holmes story called “The adventure of the golden pince-nez”
I can’t decide whether I will look trendy or just a prat.
It’s late September and here we are again driving Puffin to the Adventure and Overland show at the Stratford on Avon racecourse.
On the way we had called into the local clinic for our Flu jabs and returned some clothes to Marks & Spencer’s.
I like to be productive. I did think about dropping a load of rubbish at the local tip as we passed by, but they have height barriers.
I look forward to this show every year. It fuels my dreams, makes me want to travel more and perhaps push some boundaries.
The stands selling natural products made from leather and wood always draw me in.
I can wander the tools and parts stalls all day, trying to stop myself from buying that must have set of spanners.
Obviously the vehicles are the stars here and the mix is so varied.
I will just let the photos tell the tale.
The French made Gazell demount caught my eye. It’s being sold in the UK by SBS
There was a good turn out of Ex army conversions
This Unimog is Mowgli as seen on the blog
Cooking was high on my agenda. I was hoping to find the Hawkins pressure cooker. A simple, but effective cooker made in India since 1959. The small 2 litre capacity cooker would be ideal for our campervan allowing us the cook fresh local produce in a greatly reduced time. If there was one there, I didn’t find it.
I was also looking for a silicone mould for our Omnia oven, but it seems that Omnia don’t have any in stock in Sweden, let alone the UK.
Veteran and Classic that’s me.
The extreme knitter and the feral daughter wanted to visit a local garden centre on a bank holiday weekend. I ask you?
Luckily for me we found the only parking space left in the car park and there was a Veteran And Classic car show going on, so I headed that way and they headed the garden centre way.
After a while walking around the beautifully preserved cars I realised that I had either owned or driven most of the models on show. The Ford Anglia, my first car. The Triumph Herald my second and a Hillman Imp like the one we used on our honeymoon.
VW Beetles and Minis, it only seemed like yesterday that I would be on the road side carrying out get me home repairs using a baked bean tin and a wire coat hanger on these classics. They weren’t classic at the time. They were just run of the mill cars that needed a lot of TLC to provide daily transport. Some were and always will be right pigs that should never be on the road.
They all now possessed two common traits. Good looks and character.
This Bedford CA Dormobile with sliding front doors has a cuteness that would melt hearts.
And here I am with my Triumph Herald and hair all those years ago