Ants do not play Hopscotch

First an update on previous post.  I set myself a target to be decisive, stop getting distracted by curtain fabric and purchase things like a hook up cable.  Unfortunately, although I was very decisive and actually purchased the curtain fabric and a teapot (see below 💙), I didn't quite get round to the other stuff.  Partly due to constantly researching how to drive from Portsmouth to Holland/Italy/France and partly due to reading articles on camping and caravanning hacks.
 

A 'hack' is defined as a shortcut method that increases productivity and efficiency so obviously I am interested in learning about anything that may make my life and caravanning experience easier. 

People actually get paid money to publish a list of '100 life hacks' that include things like 'tie a piece of coloured ribbon onto your suitcase to help you identify it quickly at the airport' and 'how to fold a fitted sheet' in addition to advising that should you lend anything to a friend 'take a photograph of the item with your friend to remind yourself of what they have borrowed'.  I am sure I am not alone in thinking that last one is just wrong.......Friend 'please may I borrow your book on 100 Life Hacks'  Me 'Yes of course, just let me take a photographic record to allow for identification should it be required at any point in the future'

I also found it quite disconcerting that Doritos are described as 'great for kindling' - I know they are described as having a 'full on crunch' but seriously?

I had no idea there were so many uses for the common stick! I am going to start collecting them just in case.

What is the point of saying things like 'use an accented letter as your passcode, no-one will ever be able to guess it' - they will now that you have given this advice to everyone. 

Little gems such as ' when leaving home for a vacation, do something unusual when locking your front door to remember that you have done it' kept me entertained and perplexed for several days.  After locking the door on way to work,  I, as suggested,  tried to do different and unusual things e.g. moved the plant pot, kicked the dog's ball, knocked the door three times and danced a funny little dance.  I concentrated on that so much that I then had doubts that I had actually locked the door in the first place, had to double check and repeat the whole shebang.

Who would have thought that if you did your laundry in the morning and then put the clothes out to dry, they would (if the weather is nice) be dry by evening and ready to wear the next day - ingenious!  'Make a portable washing machine with a plunger and a bucket' - well call me crazy but is this not simply a hand wash?

Every camping/caravanning hack list I read referred to 'wrapping your head light around a plastic jug of water to give you light without draining the battery' and 'use a stick of spaghetti to light candles so you do not burn yourself'.  I am baffled!  Why not just wrap the head light around your head if it is on anyway and buy those extra long matches to light candles? 


I am now convinced that caravan sites must smell strongly of sage as everyone who is anyone burns this on the campfire to ward off bugs and 'solid condiment containers' contain all valuables known to man. 

Camping hacks introduced as 'borderline genius' included the following:

Make travel coffee bags out of coffee filters and dental floss - why?  Have these people never heard of mini jars of Douwe Egberts?

Put a battery powered votive candle into an empty jar of peanut butter to make a portable lantern - why?  Firstly, if you know in advance that you want/need a portable lantern then just buy one or use a torch (or the head torch that they all seem obsessed about having).  Secondly, if the need for a portable lantern is sudden (that is you have not purchased one in advance and suddenly need one) then are you actually going to have time to devour a whole jar of peanut butter?

Use a milk crate and bucket as an emergency toilet - why and what?  What is wrong with just the bucket plus I will have wet myself by the time I made this contraption!

Make an emergency light source from a tin, cardboard and wax - am I being dim (pardon the pun) but if you can't see i.e. all lights are out and your ever faithful head torch is nowhere to be found then how are you going to manage in the dark to find a tin, some cardboard and wax never mind put the whole lot together. If they mean use this to light a barbecue/campfire then you will also need matches and isn't this dangerous?

Johnson's Baby Oil and Vaseline are mentioned a lot (I am tempted to say so much more than I should given that my children will read this post)!!!   Suffice to say I agree these items are handy to have around ☺


I may have learned that ants do not like chalk and how to whistle using an acorn cap but Bear Gryllis I am not.  Anyone who slices a bar of soap to create 'single use portions' obviously does not use Liz Earle products such as the 'Travel and Try-Me Kit' also known as #paying extra for little luxuries is so worth it. 

My idea of good life hacks which includes any kind of roughing it on a caravan or campsite is that if you always have a big cardie on standby (doubles up as a warm blanket), a clean pair of knickers, a good waterproof mascara and lipstick, you are ready for anything.  Well that and chocolate. 

 

Indecisive: not providing a clear and definite result .........but the cushions are lovely

I have just spent over an hour searching the internet looking at hook up cables.  It is not that exciting a topic but for some reason I am finding it extremely difficult to make any rational decision when it comes to this caravan. 

I have a kettle and some lovely plates.  I have squishy and colourful cushions.  I have a flamingo that fell on my head when I opened the wardrobe this morning.  I did have fairy lights but have used them in garden.  I have a cute little bread board and some cutlery.  I have a picnic chair which is rather funky and a couple of throws.  I have a set of dominos (why?) and a radio.  To be fair most of the aforementioned items have been purchased in sales so I am feeling rather smug with myself but they hardly constitute the 'essential's' needed for caravanning. 

I have my list from the Eriba Puck Facebook group (see post 'flamingos, gnomes and a washing machine drum) which is my kind of list but I haven't even got half of that yet! 

I do have my lovely awning purchased from Puck Buddies - Bespoke Vintage Awnings and I am hoping to get a windbreaker to match (although Dianne sent me in a tizzy offering to supply the fabric so I could sew it up - how little she knows me and has since reassured me she will sew).  I am very pleased with my awning however I am now finding it difficult to decide on poles.  Jeez Louise, how hard can it be?  Dianne was very clear in her instructions - buy washing poles from eBay (approx. £10 a pair) and get two awning stops (leave one in permanently). 







My target over the coming week is to be decisive, stop getting distracted by curtain fabric and purchase the following: 

Fire Bucket - to wee in (see previous post)

Towing mirrors - I have been recommended Milenco by Practical Caravanning Instructor John who knows all and sees all and trusts no-one

Aqua roll for fresh water and tube for filling and pump (I have no idea what any of this is apart from the fresh water so will research)

Waste water container - recommended that both fresh and waste water containers are those with wheels given my delicate disposition i.e. age and arthritic knees

Lightweight gas bottle and spanner (I genuinely would not know what to do with a spanner but I will get one anyway as I saw it on a list)

Long electric hook up cable (how long is long?)

Very large torch (I did buy a cute pink torch but it is the size of a paperclip)

Table for outside (I found myself in Morrisons today trying to estimate the weight of a folding picnic table they were selling for £10 - no decision reached)

Bedding and a memory foam topper for a decent nights sleep - I have looked at Duvalay portable mattress toppers which are pretty expensive but do have great reviews

Toaster - this really is an essential due to my penchant for beans on toast, avocado on toast, peanut butter on toast, jam on toast and banana on toast

A hammer thing to hit things with

Baskets

I have decided I can't do that all that levelling the caravan fuss stuff so will insist on a flat surface at any site

I also need to start thinking about storage however the postman has just delivered my samples of vinyl floor tiles so am now more than a little distracted ......

Neurotic Nancy

I am pretty sure I will add to this post in the coming months but thought I should at least make a feeble attempt to pay attention to my health and safety.

I have a friend (let us call her Neurotic Nancy) who, no matter where she goes, checks out the fire escapes/drill/meeting points.  She packs her case weeks in advance and takes every conceivable type of shoe with her.  I kid you not that on a day trip to the Isle of Wight, she had five pair of shoes in the boot of her car and three types of hats.  She never travels alone and would not dream of going anywhere unless she has checked and double checked the traffic updates.  She packs extra sandwiches and bottles of water in case of any traffic jam and the AA would be proud of her emergency breakdown kit.  She travelled by plane last year and practically stalked the airline before departure.

It is with absolute conviction that I can say that I cause Neurotic Nancy hours of anguish at my absent-minded, nonchalant approach to travel.  She despairs of my last minute packing of a spare pair of knickers, flip flops and a toothbrush.  She knows I like to plan but my planning is of places to visit and activities.  I have not used a tour operator for years and will put a trip together myself, booking each leg of the journey separately and staying in a variety of accommodations.  I enjoy luxury but equally would be happy travelling 2nd class, staying in hostels and living on chocolate digestives.  Do I get nervous - yes, I do but it is an excited nervousness and I feel such a sense of achievement when I have survived.






When I informed Neurotic Nancy that I was thinking of buying a caravan, she promptly informed my eldest daughter that I was obviously under far too much pressure at work and needed a break.  Since that time, she has been curious but obviously does not want to encourage my recklessness any more than she needs to without appearing rude.  So, picture the scene when I showed her the photographs of my little Eriba Puck 'Greta'. 






Greta is a 1960 something Eriba Puck.  I purchased her from The Vintage Caravan Workshop in Bognor Regis as a custom restoration project.  As expected, I have had to wait nearly a year for work to start on her so have had rather a long time to plan however, work has now started,  my endless lists are being re-written and I am ever so slowly panicking!  What if Neurotic Nancy has been right all along!!!!

I spent so long this morning pondering the meaning of life and questions such as ...will I be ok driving a caravan on my own/ what if I get stuck on a lane with a large truck coming at me and I forget how to reverse/will I remember everything I was taught on my course/what was I taught on the course (last weekend)/ will I remember the flamingos and gnomes (and other such essentials)/what if the caravan isn't level and falls over/what if someone steals the caravan with me in it/what if the combined weight of me, the car and caravan is illegal/ what will I do if I need a wee in the middle of the night/will I ever be able to drive in Europe/will I ever be able to choose a curtain fabric that I got into my car ready to go to the shops and realised there was no steering wheel - yes, I had got into the wrong side.  I think most of my deep and meaningful questions were answered there and then. 

This is what happens when you mock The Caravan Club.  I am now frantically trying to find my magazine to check out the life insurance adverts I so quickly scoffed at. 

I sought to reassure myself by reading up on life/camping hacks.  'Things can get a little bit tricky when we are left to the mercy of Mother Nature' said one site and suggested using an acorn cap as a whistle in an emergency.  Why not just take a whistle?  This needs further exploration and a new post on hacks however my fears have been dispelled (for tonight) and all is well with the world as a fellow Pucker has posted on Facebook 'I am 76 years old and I can tow a puck.  Before I bought a small Porto loo, I peed in my fire bucket.  Go on, you can do it x'   Thanks Julie - Kampa Fire Bucket with lid £5.99 - sold!

#solo

“I have to be alone very often. I'd be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That's how I refuel."

(Audrey Hepburn: Many-Sided Charmer, LIFE Magazine, December 7, 1953)”
― Audrey Hepburn


Since letting it be known that I have bought a caravan, I have been asked so many times who will I be going with, am I really going to do it on my own and will I join a solo caravanning group etc.  It has never been my intention to join any group never mind a solo caravanning and touring group but I have decided to investigate. 

Just so you know....my research highlighted the need to be careful when using particular hash tags e.g. #solo was enlightening and took the meaning of going it alone to a whole new level.

The Caravan Club has a discussion group entitled 'a place for solo caravanners & motorhomers to chat & share advice' .  'Meet and Greets' are posted and people encouraged to meet up with like minded people. Members of the group 'Solos' are encouraged to print off a graphic (stick man standing between two caravans) and then place in the front window of their caravan or motorhome.  This is intended to advertise the fact that they are 'approachable' but the group administrator does emphasise that this is 'NOT' a dating idea. Has no one ever heard of Pampas Grass?  This group apparently celebrates its 3rd birthday this month and membership has risen to over 450 so obviously popular but I mean no disrespect when I say that if I see that sign in any window I am heading in the opposite direction!  On the 'Practical Caravanning' course, John (Instructor) warned us all to trust no one.....ever.  He said this several times whilst scowling in my direction.  John struck me as someone who knew.  He knew about everything.  He was right about Halfords (see previous post).  He had an air of Secret Service about him and although he hinted at a career in the Police, I think this was said to distract us from the truth.  John would never put a stick man sign in his window to let people know he was on his own alone at night in a caravan in the middle of a field.  I doubt he even uses a night light. 

The Caravan Club also has the 'New Companions Club' which reportedly changed it's name to 'The New Companions Camping Club' after the last AGM as this new name 'better reflects the club's objective which is camping (in the widest sense) with companionship'.  Again, emphasis is made on the fact that this is not a dating site but a friendship club.  Seemingly, It is common practice for 'companions' to meet informally at 10am and at 5pm so that ideas can be shared on activities for the day / evening. Activities range from walking or cycling to  visiting local attractions by bus or car or just sitting having a coffee together.
The message from the Secretary states that if you mention 'companions' when booking your pitch, wardens will try to pitch you together with other members.  Is there a code word that I can use to ensure the wardens pitch me as far away as possible please?

I also had a look at the Solo Female Camper and Lone Caravanning groups on UKcampsite.co.uk which did feel a lot more upbeat and casual with user names such as Boozy Bird and Trailer Trash. 






The Loners Group did not have a particular appeal (could be the name) but I had a look anyway.  I didn't make it past the front page after noticing a photograph of a group of five men aged 60+ attempting to do a Mexican wave.   

Thankfully, I am still too young to join the Retired Caravanners Association and Plus Retired Caravanners Club.  I can only guess at the delights that I am missing.

My greatest concern (as in I thought I was going to have an anxiety attack) was when I looked at FAQ page on The Phoenix Camping Club website.  It was scary. 
Some innocent person had asked if they could come along to a 'meet' before joining (bit like try before you buy).  This was met with an emphatic negative response.
Some other innocent asked if they could bring a relative along.  This was again met with a very clear no....'we do not allow anyone else to sleep in your unit but you may have day visitors'.  What is this - Orange is the New Black?

Solos, New Companions, Pheonix and Loners are not dating sites and do seem to offer people who want it a level of companionship.  There is nothing wrong with this but I found it incredibly sad to read of bereavements and loneliness.  By the time I had read story number 15 of someone coping on their own after the death of their husband/wife, I was pouring myself a large brandy and tearfully humming 'Wind Beneath My Wings'.  I panicked a bit when I saw the thread 'where have all the solos gone' and assumed the worse.  Turned out everyone was just busy getting on with their lives...phew!


The group I will be joining has no name but I am reliably informed they have a great time sitting round washing machine drums aka fire pits, talking to flamingos and shouting 'lights out' through a megaphone.  The only problem is that they think they may have been banned from anything but empty fields. 

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Smile, you are on holiday

I am exhausted!  I have just completed a 1.5 day Caravan Club 'Practical Caravanning' course. 




The course advert promised that I would 'leave the course full of confidence to take to the roads and tour wherever your heart leads you' and it delivered that 100%.  It costs £165 and I felt money well spent.  The course covers a little instruction in the classroom but the majority of time is spent outside where you practice, make mistakes, watch others make mistakes and repeat.

For someone who is completely new to towing and not that confident a driver, I would highly recommend they do this course.  In saying that, the majority of those who attended my course had actually towed before so were familiar with terms such as 'hitching up', 'jockey wheel' and 'steadies' and I initially felt a little intimidated however, it soon became clear that the outside practice would allow me the opportunity to learn what I needed to learn and let everyone get as much or as little from the course as they needed. 

The majority of course participants were men (3 women, 8 men) and I was the only woman who would be travelling solo.  I felt quite depressed about this until I remembered I was trying to be independent, inspirational and gutsy.  I didn't stay in my independent mood for long though as I couldn't get my tow ball or my towing mirrors on so needed help in the first five minutes (Rosa Luxemburg did not have to tow a caravan). 

Despite reading the course information beforehand, I didn't really think about the fact that I would be reversing.  The words 'practice in manoeuvring an outfit forwards and backwards' should have given me a clue but it only dawned on me a couple of days before.  Those days turned into long sleepless nights and a headache as I really can't reverse very well.  I never parallel park and I never reverse into parking bays.  Now I was in a situation that not only did I need to reverse, I had to reverse the car to a fixed spot i.e. until the tow ball was underneath.   I actually thought I might cry. 

To say that the instructors John and Dave were patient with me was an understatement.  At one point when I was attempting the straight line reverse manoeuvre, Dave asked me what I could see in my towing mirrors.  When I said I could see the side of the caravan, he looked completely baffled.  After I insisted that I could see the side, he got me out of the car and then sat in the car to have a look for himself.  He then asked me to show him the side of the caravan.  Turned out, what I thought was the 'side' was actually the 'front'.  Dave then walked me round the caravan pointing out the various bits e.g. front, side, roof, door etc. which helped enormously next time I tried to reverse. 








Dave also showed me the secret trick to reversing a caravan on your own.  A stone.  It is all very technical but basically as I will not have anyone with me to guide me, give me directions and make me a cup of tea, I have to use a stone.  A stone.  If ever I needed life coaching, this was it.  Don't bother going to Relate for a fresh perspective on your life and relationships, just do a day and a half of Practical Caravanning and you will soon come to terms with your future. 

It can be any old stone or as Dave suggested, I could go to a nice beach and pick a really nice one but either way, this is what I have to use to aid me in my reversing manoeuvres. And, it works.  I hitched up rather nicely today and all because of one little stone.  I have also, in the spirit of mindfulness and acceptance, decided to paint and decorate the stone and give it pride of place in my caravan. 

In addition to the stone, I learned lots of useful tips on the course such as the towing mirrors I had bought were shit and John promptly instructed me to take them back, take no nonsense from Halfords, get a refund and order a set of plain Milenco towing mirrors.  He also told me to consider purchasing a caravan motor mover so that I can relax and manoeuvre the caravan easily.   I am pretty sure he muttered under his breath that it would help others around me relax too.

I checked out the whole reversing lark with the Facebook Eriba Puck group who have reassured me that 'pushing the Puck unhitched is a damn sight quicker and easier than reversing' and 'a Puck?  You can pick it up, put it in a carrier bag and place it wherever you want'.  Spot on advice however,  should pushing and shoving fail, I have my stone and I know how to use it.

By the end of the first day of the course, I felt that this was all a dreadful mistake and that not only was my dream of towing my caravan one day through Europe never going to materialise but that I should sell my car and never drive again.  I had visions of me electrocuting myself on site or driving off without winding up the jockey wheel.  My teacher daughter informed me that I was in Stage 2 of the 'Learning Challenge' and that I would soon have my 'eureka' moment.   It has yet to happen but I am heading in the right direction.  I now know that coupling is not always sexual and can refer to mechanical coupling and I can confidently show you the front, rear and side of a caravan.  I can also  hitch up, tow and reverse. 

Throughout the course, Dave reminded us all to smile 😊, this was not meant to be painful or scary but enjoyable.  Even more profound and encouraging were his words 'as long as you get to where you are going, it doesn't bloody matter.....does it?'.    I think I will write that on my stone.








  

Milo, Milly and Me

I am  a huge fan of the Isle of Wight.  The ferry journey from Portsmouth (www.wightlink.co.uk) is quick (22 minutes on catamaran and 45 minutes on car ferry) but it makes you feel like you are going on holiday.  Driving on and off the ferry is straightforward and I have only been stuck once when my car broke down on the ramp.  This was on the Redfunnel Southampton to East Cowes route.  The car battery just died.  The very nice men sorted me and the car out, got me to East Cowes where the AA man came within 10 minutes..  It was all very civilised. 







In addition to lots of day trips, I  have enjoyed two very different holidays on the island.  One with all the family in a thatched cottage and more recently when my granddaughter persuaded me to take her on a short trip to the Isle of Wight.  To make it a little different and in an attempt to prepare myself for owning a caravan, I hired a vintage campervan 'Milo' from Isle of Wight Campervan Holidays and we stayed for a few nights at the Appuldurcombe Gardens Holiday Park.

The website http://www.isleofwightcampers.co.uk is easy to read and the contact I had with the owners Will and Jubee was efficient, friendly and very welcoming.  They recommended the early bay 'Milo' to me as he is a great van for two people.  Their base is easy to get to - literally five minutes from the car ferry at Fishbourne and they offer to collect you if you prefer not to bring your car over.

Milo is described as a tin top bus with lowered suspension.  He has a full width rock and roll bed and there is an option to hire a drive away awning.  He comes fully equipped with a cake in the fridge and the other usual paraphernalia.  Milly persuaded me to buy her a sweatshirt with the Isle of Wight Campervan Holiday logo on it so I feel we deserved the cake for free advertising. 





Before letting me loose with Milo, Jubee gave us all a firm but friendly talking to about the dos and dont's of camper-vanning.   I am immensely grateful to her that she did as I had not a clue.  I told my granddaughter to listen carefully fully expecting her to totally ignore everything that was being said.
I signed the compulsory insurance papers (why does that always fill me with a sense of gloom) and off we went......very slowly.  This is a whole new way of driving. 

There is no power steering.  The steering wheel felt ridiculously huge and instead of holding it in front of you with hands placed at opposite sides, it was more like carrying a plate in my hands and spinning it around.  The handbrake is on the dashboard and the gear stick is a stick coming up from the floor.  There is no bonnet at the front which you need to take into account when parking.  As I drove up the hill away from Will and Jubee, I thought of parking the van at the top of the hill behind a tree and just staying there for a few days but Milly insisted we tried to get to the campsite.  The first real test was turning right at the top of the hill in front of a queue of holidaymakers waiting to get on the car ferry.  I think I actually screamed turning the corner as I went way too wide, forgot about gears and the no bonnet thing.  Once I composed myself, I decided to take in the scenery and enjoy the experience.  The white knuckles of my grandchild told me she was perhaps enjoying it not quite as much.  We all settled down and decided that an average speed of 20mph would be comfortable. 
I did notice lots of people waving at us but I was too scared to take my hands off the steering wheel.  By the time we arrived at the campsite though, we all felt pretty pleased with ourselves.





Appuldurcombe Gardens is very easy to get to and feels safe and secluded.  The scenery is very pretty as it is situated in the valley of the Stenbury and St Martin's Downs.  I chose it for location and because it has a heated outdoor pool, shop and café.  On our arrival at the campsite, I pretended to know what I was doing, booked in and was given our plot/site number.  Once parked, I realised I did not know what to do next and was astounded when Milly jumped into action having listened to all instructions given by Jubee!  She sorted out the things that plug into the things that make the water and electrics work, got out the table and chairs and put the kettle on.  I have never seen her do so many things in such a short space of time and was very impressed. 

Milo was the centre of attention.  Despite the caravans with every conceivable bit of kit on them, in them and around them, this simple little campervan stole the show.  We did not have an awning. windbreakers or a barbecue.  We did not have a satellite dish, TV or a dog and I had forgotten to pack the fairy lights but we had books, magazines, our swimming costumes, a set of dominoes and an ipad.   That night, Milly and I enjoyed eating fish and chips from the café and sat together under blankets reading our books.  It was lovely. 







I love the scenery of the Isle of Wight.  The beautiful beaches, the rugged coastline and the drive along the southwest coast makes me smile (a lot).  Milly and I visited Ventnor which is a Victorian seaside town on the southern side of the island and my favourite.  We walked along the front, visited the Botanic Gardens and had an ice cream.  We took the bus to/from Ventnor as so much easier and the bus stop is only a couple of minutes from the campsite.  We also visited Shanklin, Sandown and Brading. We swam in the deserted campsite swimming pool and I attempted to make more than a sandwich in Milo.  I think Milly enjoyed the excursions as it gave her a chance to get Wi-Fi as this is not good on site and after an hour of no contact with the outside world, I could see panic and despair in her face. 

It is difficult living with a teenager in any condition so a couple of nights in a campervan was just about right.  We used the front seats as a 'wardrobe' and the dashboard became our dressing table.  The gear stick was actually very handy for hair bobbles.  The rock and roll bed was very comfortable and just a nice size for two.  I know it is a really small area but I kept forgetting where I had put anything.  I was relieved that we had decided to stay on the same campsite as I would have found packing up and moving again difficult but, I completely understand that is one of the huge benefits of owning a trailer, campervan and/or caravan.  It did help me make up my mind about purchasing a caravan as I realised that whilst I enjoyed the whole experience, the benefit of leaving the caravan parked whilst I wandered off or drove off in the car was more my cup of tea.  Of course, if I had a campervan that was towing a caravan that would be ideal!

We packed up and with increased confidence I drove Milo back home.  I thoroughly recommend anyone thinking of visiting the Isle of Wight to do so and if you want to add a little bit of added fun to your trip, hire one of these campervans. 

I have since purchased my caravan 'Greta' and when I can work up the courage to take her on the ferry, I will take her to meet Will, Jubee and Milo. 

Bank Holiday reading

As a new member of The Caravan Club, I was a little over excited to receive my first magazine (May 2016) through the door last week until I noticed the leaflet advertising funeral plans and the obituaries. 




I am pretty sure that over the past couple of years, caravanning and camping have increased in popularity with younger families and people of all ages.  Static caravans, towing caravans, adventurous bell tents, yurts, Airstreams and tree houses are all on offer.  However, despite the fact that there were several references to younger families e.g. 'Message from The Meeks' , 'Family matters', activities for families in Devon and the article 'Double Dutch', I was left feeling that The Caravan Club magazine's average reader was of retirement age.  In saying this, I actually found it difficult to read the print so the average reader must have pretty strong reading prescriptions.  It was dull and left me feeling disappointed and slightly depressed. 

I decided to buy a couple more magazines and compare them all. 





I buy the Lonely Planet Traveller magazine monthly and I have never been displeased with the content.  It also 'feels nice' according to my daughter-in-law which, in the magazine world, makes all the difference. It offers glossy, colourful photographs, mini guides to cut out and articles that inspire me to sell my house and travel the world. 

Practical Caravan was such an improvement on The Caravan Club magazine.  Not as glossy as the Lonely Planet Traveller but certainly not as gloomy as The Caravan Club magazine.  I liked the trip planners and top tips.  Similar to the Lonely Planet Traveller, there are helpful and easy cut out guides.  There was a sense of fun and adventure in the articles and in the DIY project 'to protect wine glasses in transit'.  At the back of the magazine was an advert showing children playing with the slogan 'lasting memories are made here'.  With a sigh of relief I thought this implied a future rather than a funeral.