Day 1 .Once safari tent is erected , position chairs and table to give optimum people watching opportunities whilst actually not being too visual yourself
pretend to read paper
stare at people ( or in some cases , don’t even bother with the paper )
Day 2. Give people names
Mr and Mrs Buster – middle aged couple whose dog Buster did everything except what they asked him to do .
The Surfer. – man with a wet suit hanging up outside his tent and a beer in his hand
Jane and Roy – cos they had the same van as our friend’s Jane and Roy, used to have
The Tough Cookies – 3 people in 2 tiny tents that survived the gales
Yes sadly , they are everywhere .
in the whole campsite there is one washing- up sink , so while washing,drying or waiting for your turn , you get chatting .
The conversation normally revolves around vans/tents/campsites/wind/walks etc ..and then may get personal ..where you live ( rarely names – probably as we’ve already given each other names ) etc .
I was going through the usual chat and I asked ”where do you live?” , to which the lady who was drying up , replied ( and not in a positive way ) ”Hereford – which used to be very nice ,but now it’s full of immigrants ”
I made my exit and spent the rest of the week avoiding her .
Then I thought about it and aren’t we all immigrants or emigrants ?
Take my little family ………..
Apart from J,J,and F ,I don’t have many blood relatives ( Mother was an only child , but Dad had 3 siblings ) .
My brother and ALL his family live in Denmark
4 of my cousins live in NZ , 2 in Aus ,1 in Dubai
I have 1 cousin over here
John’s Mum and Dad came over from Ireland
People like her make me very angry