A beautiful day that gradually deteriorated as it progressed. We spent the day flitting between routine tasks around the site and preparing for our imminent departure. We took the caravan awning down and sequestered it in the sites drying room prior to packing up. After yesterday’s van cleaning it was the turn of the caravan if anything this was much dirtier and took a considerable amount of time and effort to get it any where near clean. In between this random Westmacotts arrived-on site. They hail from the Gloucester area and like us had never encountered others of the same name.
The harsh reality of life was bought home to us as we wandered off site when we came across this gruesome sight!
It’s stalking season and the wonderful stags that we have been admiring have to be culled. The rutting sights and sounds continue unabated but the wee white Croft adjacent to our site happens to be a deer slaughter house. Having said all of that at least the stags lead there life before painlessly being killed. The cullers are all expert marksman. Heavy rain forcaste for the next two days at least our accommodation will get a good rinse off🌈.
Next off on Saturday when I have been called in for my Flu jab!