It started so well; two out of three children sleeping peacefully in the back, music on, sun shining, bank holiday traffic queuing in the opposite direction and the anticipation of a couple of sunny days on the beach. Half way into our journey those fateful words came 'I think she's losing power!!'which changed it all.
Inevitably 30 minutes later we were on the hard shoulder, all three kids needed the loo, the Green Flag operator assured us road-side assistance would be there within the hour and all we had to do is keep smilimg and try not to get too annoyed with all the other smug VW campervanners who kept beeping and waving to us!!
To cut a very long, boring story very short at 11.30pm that night we crawled into our own beds, with Clementine tuck up back in her shed waiting for further assessment as to why she is poorly.
Oh well, I suppose it is all part of the fun and there were some highlights; such as brewing-up while waiting the hour and a half for the Green Flag to arrive, and changing pick-ups mid-journey in a Mcdonald's carpark, allowing me not only to take the children to the loo, feed them, provide them with a plastic toy to entertain them for the pending 2 hour journey but also put smiles on their faces, and the look on the recovery man's face when Stu's mum offered him a piece of cheese with his apple pie and cream! All prize moments which meant the day wasn't totally wasted.
