New Bus Route at WRC

I had to do a double take on Saturday morning. I woke up and there before my eyes was a bus. And not just any old bus, but a proper red London double decker. On the campsite.

Somehow they not only got it under that tree on Burgh Road but also along Church Lane and round the corner into the campsite. Don't ask me how, but I believe that the lady of the bus was walking in front with a flag or something. I don't mean all the way from Essex, just the last bit. I can hardly wait for the next periodic email from a grumpy customer who complains about our approach road and says 'you could never get a big motor home down there'. I really just cannot contain the anticipation.

In other news, it seems that Lucky Jim wasn't when it came to the campsite. The forecast rain kept missing us and despite copious watering the bottom of the campsite is still almost as barren as it was in March. As a result, I hear he's found a whole box of bullets to bite and we are now eagerly awaiting the arrival of 50 pallets of turf and a bloke with a big knife & a hitting stick.

Somehow the staff managed to get through the bank holiday weekend and although they were run ragged, the customers were evidently all jolly happy. I even spotted LJ working in the pool on Saturday (and in the shop last week), it seems he will try his hand at anything. I expect to see him sweeping the goose poo from around my quarters before long. Hint.

Later, fish dudes.