off and running

usual panic proceeds departure , bags half done, stuff half done, bag after bag rammed into lil frenchie, off we rumble up the A34 slap bang into traffic jam number one.Still amazes me some drivers nonchalant disregard for common sense as we past the mashed remnants of one car embedded into the back of another one at the front of this queue, the driver looking dispondantally at the wreckage probably wondering..hey wish i was looking further than the end of the bonnet ..muppet. Onward up the M40 ..yawn fest...M6 and on and on ..we see the hills of North Wales with great relief , we wiggle our way through Abergele to our village (dont ask me to pronounce it ) and just over the bridge we find our cottage.. (again dont ask me to pronounce that either) its easy to find,,biggest house in the village, built in the 1840`s grade 2 listed building was home for us bunch of clampets .. seems very apt that its halloween,, this house is creepy.. three floors with 4 locked doors in amongst loads of rooms, which undoubtedly is home to the sandman . ..cool hand luke who thought yeah ill sleep up there in daylight baulked when dark descended and slept on the second floor. meanwhile down in the walk through pantry , which is bitterly cold is access to the coal / wood store on which a nice axe hanging on a nail, visions of "hhhheres Johnny " spring to mind.. anyway , sleep well campers not sure we will ..