My favourite mug,🍵 Oh the irony 😭.
My favourite mug,🍵 Oh the irony 😭.
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.
Back on the road again following our overnight stop in the forest.
We stopped at the Glen bar view point then travelled to Newton Stewart. By now we were peckish. We came across a small Italian café that allowed dogs, so in we went and devoured soup and steak rolls.
The Extreme knitter was showing signs of lack of wool fatigue, so Ruby and I returned to the campervan and had a short nap while the E/knitter found a wool shop and passed away an hour or two in woollen heaven. Low and behold she returned with a bag of wool to knit me a hat.
Yes!!!! Me, a hat.
I know. I couldn’t believe it either especially as this was the hottest day yet.
We were able to access mobile phone and wifi signals in the car park for the first time this trip.
After a quick phone call I managed to get a pitch on the Balloch O’Dee campsite not far from Newton Stewart. Following the long single track road, we arrived at the campsite. First impressions were rustic and comfortable with ponies and chickens roaming around. No printed rules and camp fires welcome.
We had spent the last three nights with limited facilities and we needed to clean up, so the hot showers were a welcome treat.
It was strange camping on a busy site again after our solitary three days. This site is popular with people returning time and time again and we could see why. Some sites may have superior facilities, but this one feels right. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it has something magical about it.
We all enjoyed staying here, even Ruby who was desperate to make friends with the pony.
Every September they hold a music festival on site.
Technology can prove to be a little confusing as the years pass by. I rely on my granddaughter to help and guide me through the pitfalls of the latest phones, tablets and gizmos.
She does it with a few tuts and raising of eyes, never quite understanding how it’s possible for anyone in this day and age to not know how to e mail a photo or Bluetooth a piece of music.
I thought that this photo caption was very apt.