Thoresby Park was the desination of this weeks Living Heritage Event. This is the first of a series of Craft Shows circuit having done a few of the Country and Game Show events. This stunning building is now a Warner Hotel (http://www.warnerbreaks.co.uk/) having been previously owned by the Coal Board. Margaret and I had decided that a new aproach was needed to try and reduce the amount of last minute rushing around preparing these shows. The answer is for me to go a day earlier to the event to begin setting up whith Margaret following on after the kids had finished school the next day.
By the time I had got to Thoresby Park it was about 8pm and very very dark. I had a quick look around but couldnt see anyone or anything. I decided to settle down for the night just exactly where I was and sort out everything in the morning. After cooking myself a meal I decided to settle down for the night in the bed above the drivers cabin of our motor home. I dont know how long I had been asleep when I heard the the engine turn over. A few seconds later I heard it rev up and then I could feel the vehicle rock from side to side as it drove off across the grass. "It cant' be moving" I said to myself, "there is nobody else here!" I wondered if I had left the keys in the ignition. I decided to pull back the curtain of the sleeping bunk and peer outside. I could see the trees rushing past quite close to me. Carefully I climbed down the ladders to the main cabin and then opened up the curtains to the drivers seat. There I saw a Polish guy who I recognised as one of Marge, the organiser's staff. "What the **** are you doing!" I shouted at him. He calmly turned round and said in broken English "Marge say move the van!! you are blocking entrance!!"
. I looked forward and saw that we were now hurtling through a small town at about 60mph. and the trailer was still attached. "Where are you going?" I demanded. "we have to go through the town to the back of the field" he said. Faster and faster he drove the van. "Don't worry we are nearly there" he said. At this point he slammed on the breaks and I was hurled forwards. The next thing I new I was sat bolt upright in the bunk above the drivers cabin. A dream! it was just a bloody dream!! I must cut down on the cheese before I go to sleep at nights!
. I looked forward and saw that we were now hurtling through a small town at about 60mph. and the trailer was still attached. "Where are you going?" I demanded. "we have to go through the town to the back of the field" he said. Faster and faster he drove the van. "Don't worry we are nearly there" he said. At this point he slammed on the breaks and I was hurled forwards. The next thing I new I was sat bolt upright in the bunk above the drivers cabin. A dream! it was just a bloody dream!! I must cut down on the cheese before I go to sleep at nights!
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