Countdown to the annual trek

This should be interesting is almost an understatement, perhaps similar to the thoughts going through Oppenheimers mind the moment before he triggered the first atomic bomb or Custer before he found out first hand what a pack of Pissed off Red Indians (Sorry - Native Americans) can do when they are all fired up and intent on all out massacre.

Anyway, without digressing too much off the main story it's almost time for the annual holiday.
Our choice this year was a slight move around the coast from where we were last year (we've moved from Bude to Sandy Beach (Near Exmouth), to Brixham and now moved a bit further and have picked somewhere called Challaborough Bay, opposite Burgh Island.

Reviews are few and sketchy and the site has two operators on the same small location, one appears to be gaining a reputation similar to the hospitality shown to certain nations during WWII whilst the other seems to get glowing reviews.

We've chosen to bypass the former (I think the recent comment that you can only take a shit if you sit on the toilet sideways and dangle your privates over the outside has backed up this decision), another was that their caravan appeared made up of fragments of out of date caravans.

I am sure on the day we will find out what's what, if it turns out we have a cheapo special I'll be writing my next post from prison anyway so that won't be a problem.

Reading the reviews as well it's clear that if you get anyone that regards themselves as an "ace" driver or fancies a challenge then the road leading to this location will bring out the best in you.
I'm not a major fan of Devon roads anyway, particularly last year when we were going down a road barely wider than my car only to be overtaken at 50mph (I've still no idea how they got the car through a gap of 2ft), the car then dissapeared around a right hand bend to be replaced 2 seconds later by a white Transit coming at high speed towards me - and then they wonder why the death toll is high there ?

On the plus side one person did comment the cafe food was undercooked and he was treated like shit so it sounds like a home from home.
I'll be sure of one thing though to post the hard facts (assuming I don't get killed if the food really is not cooked right).

At the end of the day as a kid I used to stop in a caravan lit only by the light of gas mantles, the nearest toilet was an option of a bucket, a quick pee out the door or a 100yd dash to the spider ridden communal toilets. Water had to be fetched in a plastic carrier but we spent many many good holidays in there and as kids it was all an adventure.
With this in mind anything with a roof, some kind of sanitation and facilities is certainly no worse.

So it's countdown to the annual trek and hopefully some posts from the bottom of the country, assuming the wifi works and we have some of Nikola Tesla's AC wonderporioum of the modern age - AC power.

Adios until then (hmmm I've noticed a distinct down turn in the crude language I've used lately so it might be better to sign off with .... Cock !)

That's better.