45 years and we still don’t know each other

Our kitchen sink has a draining board and on that draining board sits one of those draining trays that you can stack the cups, cutlery and dishes to dry off. We’ve had several replacements over our married life.

Today I plucked up the courage to ask the extreme knitter why we had one.

She said “because you wanted one”.

I said “I never wanted one, I hate the dam thing”

She said “I hate it as well”.

45 years of married bliss and all this time I thought the E/knitter wanted it and she thought I wanted it. Lack of communication I think, but we are still getting to know each other.

The dish tray is now in the dustbin and all is well in the household.



North Rhinnes

With Balloch O Dee camp site behind us we continued our travels heading towards Stranraer using the pretty route taking in as much of the scenery as we could. The road sign for Wigtown loomed into view. We couldn’t pass by Scotland’s equivalent to Hay on Wye without wandering around the second hand book shops and a very pleasant town it is.


I spotted a sign for the harbour and off we went.


The harbour was a large parking area with a launching ramp and several boat moorings. This would have made a good place for an overnight stopover, but we hadn’t long left our previous night camp.

The coastal road took us through many small villages and towns. Our propane gas bottle had run out the night before, so we stopped at Whithorn on the way for a refill. The ladies in the shop suggested lots of places to see and various camp sites. They told me that a famous actor was being filmed at Port Patrick for a Hollywood movie. Gerard Butler or somebody, I have no idea.

We were soon entering Stranraer and the sign for my favourite supermarket appeared.

I    heart-29328_960_720  Morrisons.

We refuelled with several litres of Morrison’s finest diesel and stocked up the depleted fridge and food cupboards. I purchased a small joint of Beef brisket for our evening meal.

We had a joint of brisket in the freezer at home especially to bring with us, but I forgot it. Never mind I had £25 worth of Morrisons vouchers, so the £36 shopping bill only cost £11 in hard cash. I love a bargain me.

We gained a phone signal and wifi in the car park, so I called to book a camping pitch for the night.

We were lucky with the weather and the campsites that we picked. North Rhinns camp site in Leswalt is a small site that takes many tents and a maximum of three campervans below 6 metres long.



The excellent facilities are housed in a building beside the gate, consisting of two toilets, one large shower room and pot washing sinks.

The site has individual tent pitches and Camping pods that are surrounded by trees and bushes giving each one some privacy.


Quite a unique site and highly recommended.

We cooked our experimental Sunday lunch even though it was Tuesday evening. (I’ll do a separate post on the results).

Port Logan breakwater


A lazy start to the day and toast for breakfast we were hitting the open road again.   Port Logan and Port Patrick bound this time as the E/knitter wanted to see the Hollywood Film star. Unfortunately the filming had long gone leaving just a few fishermen. Never mind, onward to Stranraer for some retail therapy to pacify her disappointment.

I was last here 25 years ago taking a lorry load of machinery on the ferry to Belfast then on to Londonderry. It didn’t make much of an impression at the time, but the ferry has stopped using the port and Stranraer in the sunshine appeared to be a busy and thriving town.

Whilst I had a phone signal in Stranraer, I phoned the next camp site on my list of possibles and I booked a pitch at Glentrool campsite back up in to the Galloway forest.


The drive up to Glen Trool took us past The Cocoa Bean chocolate company at Twynholm. The E/Knitter volunteered to investigate while Ruby and I sat outside dreaming of chocolate. A few minutes later she returned empty handed. Apparently a single Chocolate was £3 . I’m known to be quite flipant when it comes to parting with money, but I can buy a pack of four Mars bars from Morrisons for £1.



Tomi ala eggy chedwar

During one of our recent trips to Harrogate we had a superb meal in an Italian restaurant.

I had a starter that would make an excellent campervan snack.

I forgot what it was called in the restaurant, so I shall call it “Tomi ala eggy chedwar”


One tin of tinned chopped tomatoes (Napoli are by far the best in my opinion)

One egg (large free range from a chicken called Henrietta)

A lump of your favourite Cheese.

Slice of cooked Ham or fried bacon bits.


Prepare all the ingredients before cooking the egg.

Slowly heat the tomatoes

Grate the cheese

Cut the ham or fried Bacon into small pieces

Cut a piece of toasted bread into nearly a circle to cover the base of the dish


Poach or fry the egg in a ring or a small frying pan to keep its shape.

Place the egg into the centre of a small shallow metal dish about 6” or 15cm diameter.


In true 1950’s camping style we used white enamel pie dishes.

Surround the egg with a small amount of the hot chopped tomatoes. Imagine your creating a moat.


Lay pieces of ham or bacon over the egg


Then sprinkle cheese over the top of everything.


At this point if you fancy, you could sprinkle the cheese with dried Italian herbs, maybe finely chopped Basil or my new favourite “Good with anything herb sea salt” which is only available from Lakeland shops.

Place the dish under the grill until the cheese browns.


Eat from the piping hot dish. A heat resistant place mat will protect your table top.

A spoon and fork are the best implements to devour the culinary delight.

All washed down with a Barcardi & Coke tipple

As usual the quantities of the ingredients are down to you. A tin of tomatoes would do two servings and it’s obviously one egg per serving.

Although I haven’t tried it yet, the Ham could be substituted with maybe slices of fried sausage pieces or cooked mushrooms.

The tomatoes could be replaced by baked beans.or chuck it all in and see how it tastes.

I’m starting to realise that all my camping dishes are just variations of a full English breakfast, just presented differently.