OUR FIRST CARAVAN SITE
Having parked up yesterday I took Phoebe for a little mooch round and we found an even nicer spot, so I went back and re-arranged us in the better position. We are on a little promontory, and surrounded on three sides with mixed woodland though mainly oak, and there is a pretty little brook through the mossy rocks just below us, though whether it runs all year or just after so much rain I am not sure. I thought with all the rain we have had in the last twenty four hours that it is not surprising there are Lakes here, but speaking to Julie back at home it has been very wet there also.
It then rained almost incessantly for the first two days, sometimes torrentially, so it was quite noisy inside Thebus. But once it did stop the silence is wonderful. The site here is beautifully quiet, especially after all our recent nights spent in lay-bys and and the lorry parks of motorway services stations, though there seems surprisingly little wildlife compared to the amount I am used to at home - must remember to stop calling it that now :-( The only birds have been a couple of widely spaced robins by day and a couple of owls hooting at night. Even in Wolverhampton there was a dog fox passing by every night and barking hopefully for a vixen, plus a host of small birds in the hedge where we were parked up.
There are no snowdrops either. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised at that, as they are not a native flower and were apparently introduced in monastery gardens for medicinal purposes. They say that anywhere you see snowdrops there will have been a settlement at sometime. And up here in the woodlands of Cumbria dwelligs will have been few and far between.
It is very pretty though, all the rocky outcrops are coated with lush green moss, and there is lots of thick grey lichen on the tree branches. And probably there will be wild daffodils in the season, and if Wordsworth is to be believed, hosts of them.
We are on the west side of Coniston Water and the road to get here is very rural, with just scattered farms and cottages, and a lovely bit of open moorland on the approach. I think the woodland here is owned by the Forestry Commission who must have let off part of the wood to the Caravan Club. There has been the sound of chainsaws and voices in the woods, but just at that distance that makes an echo through the silence of the woodland, enhancing the sense of peace rather than shattering it.
As I said this is my first ever visit to a caravan site, and reading on the internet the Caravan Club gets bad press about how grumpy the 'wardens' are. Now is that the worst sort of word to use? Perhaps their publicity agents should have a word with them. So when I arrived yesterday I was of course expecting a somewhat moody welcome, and guess what - that is how I experienced it. How often do we project what we would rather not have in our lives and as a result then receive that very same thing. So today I did what I should always do, but so rarely remember – which is to go into any situation looking for the very best. And guess what they are a charming couple, though probably suffering a little from cabin fever after one of the wettest ever winters spent in the middle of remote woodland. They love dogs and have a beautiful lucher of their own. They thought Phoebe was wonderful (which made me, and Phoebe happy) and gave her some treats, of which she was at first most suspicious, then having got the flavour was soon looking for more. That in itself cheered me up, as I have been worried about how much of a strain all this is on my lovely girl.
Anyway having paid for some extra nights we went for a little walk around and Phoebe met some new dogs, though I am not sure how impressed they were with her. She gets very alert when she sees someone at a distance through the trees, and goes into guard mode, but doesn't do any barking or growling just watches intently as to what they are doing and where they are going. She is used to everything she sees being hers and any trespassers needing to be watched.
But the peace and quiet here has settled her down and she has done a lot of sleeping. Her Tuffies 'Nest' is a great success and she hasn't got me up even when the temperature has been nearly down to 50F so it must be nice and cosy for her. If you can bear the expense I can thoroughly recommend them. And it is worth it for her to have somewhere she can feel really comfortable, I have disrupted her life enough as it is.
I feel rested and relaxed and have enjoyed our stay here. All the caravanners and motorhomers I have met are lovely, though there are only a few of us here. Nearly everyone has a dog or two, perhaps its that sort of site, or perhaps like me those with dogs find that taking your home with you is the best option if you have a doggy travelling companion.
As I have had time I took some photos of the inside of Thebus now his alteraterations are done.
Veiws from Thebus' Windows
You can just see Phoebe's collar at the front where she is tucked into her Tuffies Nest
The Settee - I have weaned Phoebe off it almost - and the TV - still can't get it to work most of the time
Not that I am really bothered