The Great British Getaway

Crazy dog Lady By Crazy dog Lady, 5th Feb 2016 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/7e6103nu/
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This is a short poem I wrote about my experience of my many caravaning holidays in the great British summertime.

THE GREAT BRITISH GETAWAY

Summertime has come to Britains coasts and shore.
And holiday time is here once more.
And so we pack our worldly goods.
Some shorts, some flip flops and coats with hoods.
Off we trundle down the road.
Pulling our van, a heavy load.
Down the motorway driving slow.
Impatient motorists, past they go.
Off we go down a winding lane.
The clouds above are threatening rain.
At last we reach our holiday camp.
The welcome sign and go slow ramp.
The rain is coming down quite fast.
Still don't suppose that it will last.
Other campers watch us park and try to pitch before its dark.
We need to try and keep our cool and get things right, not look a fool.
And so after juggling poles and pegs and putting down the caravan legs.
We're set up right and ready to go.
Let's hope that there's no rain tomorrow.
Day one dawns, a bit better we hope.
We head for the the beach and set up base on the slope.
The wind picks up, just a small gust.
A couple of windbreaks is really a must.
The beach tent is up and we scamper inside.
Trying to stay warm form the chill that's outside.
Just like the cuckoo clock we spend our day, popping our heads out then darting away.
Too cold for swimming or going for dips.
Instead we settle for a hot bag of chips.
Settling down, we take our first bite when a large gull snatches them and takes off in flight.
The heavens they open and down the rain comes.
Pack up quickly all fingers and thumbs.
Still not to worry, we've got two weeks more.
It can't rain the whole time, that's for sure.
Two weeks later and how wrong can you get.
The campsite is flooded and everything's wet.
My feet are so damp that I think I've webbed feet.
This was supposed to be our once a year treat.
My feet as they are, I resemble a duck.
I can't wait to get home and wash off this muck.
So off we trundle, homeward bound.
Wheels spinning on the sodden ground.
We feel more exhausted than when we arrived.
Feeling lucky that we survived.
Homes a welcome sight, how funny.
But even stranger, now it's sunny.

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Holiday, Holiday Activities, Holidays

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author avatar Crazy dog Lady
I am a married mum of four lovely children and now a grandmother to my first grandchild. My user name reflects my love for my dogs and my friends often refer to me as "the crazy dog lady".

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