Gene's new friends.

Well the campervan season is now shutting down for the winter and it’s time to start fixing various things in the campervan before they turn into big headaches.

For instance the fridge isn’t working, there’s a hole somewhere in the roof on the passenger side but I can’t figure out where, the sink isn’t pumping water, the reserve battery has died, the hub caps need a polish and the CD player has a mind of its own and has decided to stop playing music now that it’s turned cold.

Any advice on where to get these jobs done will be gratefully received. I’ve really enjoyed writing this campervan blog over the summer and hopefully you’ve enjoyed reading it.

Teddy Bear - an entertaining addition to my postcard collection.

So Kath and I woke up in Burton Bradstock on day 2 of our mini campervan adventure. Sadly we had failed to find any milk the previous day for our morning tea so
preparations for the day began earlier than normal.

We de-popped the pop top and ventured out into the big wide world of the campsite to find the teeth brushing facilities.

Bathroom facilities on a campsite seem to be very sociable places so it wasn’t a surprise when a stranger decided to strike up conversation about the weather.

Dining out at West Witterings in the Chichester district of West Sussex.

So in the summer my mate Kath and I, and of course Gene (my campervan)– couldn’t leave her behind, went on a spontaneous adventure to Dorset to escape the influx of Brighton tourists.

Our first stop was not really out of choice but desperate need caused by drinking lots of water in the hot August sunshine.

We swiftly swooped into West Witterings and made use of what it had to offer, as well as a toilet, by going for a dip followed by a classy campervan picnic of pitta, tomatoes, ham, cheese and crisps all freshly sourced from my roof garden – well, the tomatoes were anyway.

Gene and campervan friends at the annual VW Brighton Breeze event for campervan enthusiasts.

Well last weekend was the VW Brighton Breeze, which sounds to me either like a dodgy Brighton dive of a club or a smooth, calm tasting cocktail.

It is in fact an annual event for campervan enthusiasts, where they get the chance to show off their super duper campervans and check out the competition.

And there was no breeze of any kind – it was a sizzling Saturday in October.