Pwllheli, 23rd - 25th April, 2010 (216m)

Friday 23rd April
We'd been working like Trojans this week, continuing with the 'improvements' to The Rosabella. The alternator gave up the ghost on Wednesday evening and, with no time for visiting scrappies,we had no alternative but to get Harold from the corner garage to fix it. £178, plus another £40 for an oil and filter change while he was at it. Ouch! And 'ouch!' as well because T had hurt his back lugging the leisure battery around.

T was still sawing and screwing when Jac arrived and we eventually set off at about 6pm. It's a lovely route up to Porthmadoc from T's, via Welshpool (chips!), Dolgellau and Trawsfynydd and it was a beautiful, bright spring evening. We arrived at Neil's house, on the promenade at Pwllheli, at around 9pm to find the wine flowing and the curry bubbling. We were introduced to Tim, a friend of Neil's and Sue's, who 'had a surprise for us tomorrow'. We went to bed overlooking the beach, tired, full and intrigued.

Saturday 24th April

We were both cold in the night and neither of us slept well. T had the kettle on at 7ish (one of the benefits of The Rosabella's new layout is that we can make the tea from bed!).

We'd been told that we were going out to breakfast and at 10 o'clock we duly headed for the marina. Tim was waiting for us on his 45' motor catamaran, Stray Cat. It was beautiful, luxurious, the sun was beating down and we all felt very privileged that Tim would share his boat with us for a little while. We headed off for St Tudwall's island, the plan being to drop anchor and have breakfast, a bit of a sing and then be back by mid-afternoon.



Sue spotted a dolphin a couple of hundred yards off our port side and Tim steered towards the spot. Suddenly we were surrounded by the whole pod, probably 10 animals, Bottlenose dolphins of various ages. They swam between the hulls of the cat, jumped and rolled all around us and generally entertained us for about fifteen minutes. Everyone was so excited at such a close encounter with these wonderful creatures - a never-to-be-forgotten experience.

Tim then announced that one of Stray Cat's engines was failing and that we were heading back to port. The sun was glorious and, when out of the breeze, very warm. We waited at the entrance to the marina for the maritime version of the AA man to turn up, which he did and fixed the errant motor quickly. We then spent an hour working through our repertoire, singing hard to hear ourselves in the open space. Eventually hoarse, we stopped for brunch of smoked salmon and scrambled eggs - lovely, and very welcome.


Neil had asked if we would sing a few songs in the yacht club on Saturday evening, in return for our drinks. We were struggling a little after our vocal exertions on the boat but we started with a couple of old favourites and, before we knew it, we were in to a full-blown gig to a packed room. We sang ourselves to a standstill and were fed and watered - chips, mayo, wine and beer (so much wine that we had to take some back to Neil's). More curry before crashing, exhausted again, to bed in The Rosabella.

Sunday 25th April

No problems sleeping last night - warm, cosy and completely worn out. Even T slept till 8 o'clock! We mooched, with Jac, around town and up to the chandlery for a couple of bits and pieces before returning to a huge Sunday roast lunch, cooked by Neil and Sue. A big effort was needed to move and head for home (via the Gelert factory shop!) after a great, fun, knackering weekend with Rapsquillion - what a lovely group of people to spend time with!

Devon - 1st-5th April 2010 (504m)

 
Thursday 1st April

We had been working very hard to get The Rosabella habitable in time for a trip away at Easter. The plan was that we would spend Friday in Bristol with K's family, celebrating her dad's eightieth birthday, and then carry on down to Devon, to the site at Bolberry that we'd visited and enjoyed last year.

There were a few last minute jobs to do, nothing important, just fitting the sink and cooker, so T, having been unable to escape from work early, carried on when he got home from work while K organised the bedding, supplies, kitchen ware, clothes and so on.

We set off at about 9.30, very tired but excited at the thought of our first trip since August and, once again, camping wild in The Rosabella, although there was also some trepidation about whether the new set up would work and be comfy, and about The Rosabella's mechanical state - the suspension needs some work.

Fish and chips in Bishop Castle and then on down to the Forest of Dean, where we'd decided to try and find a 'wild' site, as recommended on a website. Nothing doing, apart from a herd of deer crossing the road in ghostly fashion. We turned into a lane which became progressively narrower and narrower, T more and more stressed until we were saved by TomTom directing us to a main road which we recognised as the one we'd turned off half an hour before.
T, fed up and tired, suggested we stayed near Tintern Abbey, so the car park at the back of the ruins was where we spent our first night in the rebuilt-but-not-quite-finished Rosabella. It was pouring with rain and freezing cold outside but, as usual, we were snug in The Rosabella's care.

Friday 2nd April

Awoke to see the ruins towering over us and storm clouds gathering on the hilltops. We were up and off early and stoped at Aust services for brekkie and use of the facilities. We rang K's dad to sing him all three versions of 'Happy Birthday' before making our way to their house at Bristol for hot showers before the celebration lunch at Arno's Court. A good time was had by all despite the quarrels over the 'Bristol' quiz (including K's mum's outrage at T's interpretation of the Bristol motto). K's brother couldn't make it but, nevertheless, K's dad seemed to have a lovely time.

We were on the road again at five-ish, heading to Bolberry. After a long but relaxing journey we arrived on the almost empty site tired and looking forward to bed. We opened the bubbly and toasted K's dad, Colin (who just landed a job) and The Rosabella. We settled down for the night with heavy rain pattering on the roof and The Rosabella rocking in a heavy breeze although it would have taken a fully fledged hurricane to disturb this pair of weary travellers. We both slept well in the peace of Bolberry.

Saturday 3rd April

Tea and biccies in bed, as per usual, and T decided, before breakfast, to get on with one of the jobs that needed doing - drilling a hole in the floor for  the drain from the sink. He had a look from inside and, deciding that he didn't want to drill through any brake pipes or electric cables, thought he should drill up from underneath. Measurements were taken and he duly pushed a probe drill up into what he thought was roughly the right place. "K, can you have a look and see where the drill has come through please?"  "Erm... yes.... you've drilled straight through the water tank. It's pouring out!" Many expletives later, when the mopping up was done, T admitted that it would have been a good idea to remove the tank first. So now we had no water OR drainage! Parking right next to the tap proved to be handy so, unperturbed, we tucked into Millionaire's Brekkie - scrambled egg with smoked salmon, washed down with Buck's Fizz.

A decision to head for Salcombe for a mooch (and a visit to the chandler's for hose and, now, a replacement water tank) was initially thwarted when we bogged down after a couple of yards - the outcome of the heavy rain of the last couple of nights, added to by the contents of our neatly drilled water tank. K called Fiona, the site owner, and together with her son they managed to push The Rosabella to dry land and away.

Salcombe was duly mooched, the essential purchases made (including a bargain Fat Face top for T) and a good lunch in an old, friendly pub.

K's Strogonoff for supper, a fully functioning water system, and the best night's sleep for many months put the cap on a very pleasant day.

Sunday 4th April (Easter Day)

What a lovely start to the day! Dozing in the sunshine, breakfast of hot-cross buns and easter egg, listening to the Malaysian Grand Prix on the radio (won by Sebastian Vettel incidentally) and then a lovely walk along the coast path to Hope Cove.

The Hope and Anchor was packed but we managed to find a corner and had lovely lunches - a ploughman's for T and a lovely mozarella, cherry tomato and spinach pudding for K. This was followed by a beautiful honecomb ice cream, eaten in the sun overlooking the beach.

Legs were like lead even before the walk back up the lane to Bolberry and, again, we both dozed in the sun for a couple of hours before we realised that an early night was just what we both needed.

Monday 5th April

Another good night although we both woke up cold. We nattered with Fiona about work, the weather, the internet, while we finished up our Millionaire's Brekkie bits.

A relaxed trip home - a bit of traffic at Newton Abbot - with both of us realising how much we'd needed the break.