The Kindness of Others

Trip Start May 22, 2009
Trip End Feb 16, 2010

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Poplar Farm Caravan Park

Flag of United Kingdom  , England,
Monday, August 17, 2009

I wasn’t quite sure I’d make it through the day today.  All seemed good when we awoke with a clear sky.  Clouded up as we packed, but still ok.  Then, with only the tent left to put away the deluge started.  If anything in our gear needs to stay dry, it’s the tent.  Trying to unhitch and fold as quickly as possible, it got all botched up.  Then Brian decided that folding the poles was more important while the tent filled up with water, so I lost it.  In retaliation he picked up the tent, scattered fly and ground sheet, and threw it in a ball.  That made us both feel even happier.  As we were huddled in the door of the toilets praying for the rain to lighten a bit a fellow camper came by and offered us some coffee.  I’m sure that we were great morning entertainment for the others in the campground as we screamed and yelled at one another soaking wet.  A little while later another lady came by and offered us her covered gazebo as shelter as we waited out the ‘typical English weather’.  Perhaps we should have taken the offers, but we were both pretty out of sorts. 

Luckily, the rain only lasted an hour or so, so we were eventually able to hit the road.  Then the weather changed to beautiful sun!  One day out of seven - not the best of odds.  Can’t even say that it was a day without rain, but we enjoyed every second!  What a difference flat terrain, lack of back spasms, no bike malfunctions, and no rain can make on your progress!  We flew down the roads to York making good time for once. 

But there was no room at the inn.  First site wouldn’t take tents, 2nd site full, 3rd wouldn’t take tents (familiar story, I know!).  Farther and farther away from the only town I wanted to visit we wandered.  A kind man at the last site recommended another campground and even gave us a map there.  The lady at the desk called ahead for us to make sure there was room.  At least we wouldn’t have to go too much further. 

Very cute little town along the river with a pub and nothing else but the campground will be our home for the next few days.  Desperate to do some laundry, we were pleased to find a sink and an old ringer.  Clothing hung out on some hedges did the drying the old fashioned way until another camper lent us the use of her clothing line.  It really is the little things in life that make all the difference, and you never know what the simplest of gestures could mean to another. 
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