Pam and I arrived
at a caravan park and were put in our site at the same time as a caravan
was being put in the adjacent site.
We have a side loading camper trailer (cavalier off road deluxe)
and I always try and set the camper up faster than the caravan man can
manoeuvre his van around his site, drop his jacks, level his van,
connect up his water and drainage pipes etc etc etc.
If I manage to beat the caravan man I always put a chair outside my
tent and sit down and have a beer and watch the caravan man doing his
final adjustments just to give him the irrits. if I don't beat him well
of course I manage to spend all my time out of site on the other side of
On this particular occasion it was a close run thing and I just
managed to get my beer open and sit down very nonchalantly ( as you do)
and watch him finish setting up him van. Without acknowledging anything
we both knew that we had been in a race and that I had won!
After finishing my beer I decided to move the car so that it would
be in the shade. unfortunately in my haste to beat the caravan man I had
forgotten to disconnect the camper from the car.
Pam was in the tent at the time and to say the "earth moved for
her" would be a bit of an understatement.
Unfortunately the caravan man witnessed the whole thing and sat
down with a beer and watched me (and my very red face) reset the