All you need is a butter knife.
Setting the scene - Names have been changed to protect identities. I am me, there's Helga who's Aunt owns the caravan and Jemima who drove us there and here and there and back again. Helga had suggested a cheap and cheerful two nights away stay in the Western bit of Cumbria - Silloth. She had warned us repeatedly in the run up, that Jemima and I should have really low expectations of the caravan, and then when we visualised those expectations, lower them a bit more. The hard sell it wasn't! We didn't need inviting twice. We were all up for a giggle. Bearing in mind the last time we had stayed together was literally two nights before in what is supposed to be a posh Lakes hotel - more on that, next post. This was our third stay away with each other - the hen do of the wedding, the wedding and now this.
Chapter 1 Setting off
and it was a long galley that we could only go down one at a time. Two of us? then it wouldn't have been just the door that was wedged! Jemima and I were already fine and had been charmed by the caravan! But we did need to clean it thoroughly!