Camping, Moi?

By luigi_pagano

Tue, 28 Jul 2015
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We like going to Cromer and think it’s fab.
The town is renowned for fish and chips,
cockles and mussels and its dressed crab.
We drive towards it but the traffic is slow
because we are stuck behind caravans.
“Are we nearly there?” the kids want to know;
there’s lot to see and the journey isn’t boring.
We go through small villages at thirty mph,
not far from Fakenham there is Little Snoring
( in the Doomsday Book in ten-eighty-five ).
This snippet of history is met with yawns,
which are caused, I believe, by the long drive.
Some camper vans that have joined the queue
are proceeding, at snail’s pace, on the A148.
Their drivers will be glad to see their campsite
and we will be happy to see them disappear
from the jam-packed road and out of our sight.
We know that our destination is not very far
and that we won’t spend our nights in a tent
as the hotel we booked comes with five stars
and that, from the start, was our only intent.

© Luigi Pagano 2015

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Comments

Submitted by Bee on

Made me smile at the end, although I really love caravans and camping. But traffic sucks! 

Enjoyed your humour.

Bee

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Many years ago, in the distant past, I spent a holiday in a mobile home on a campsite. It rained constantly and the racket of raindrops on the roof was unbelievable. I like a bit of comfort now in my old age and that excludes camping. Too true, Bee, the traffic sucks.

Luigi x

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

When we camped when I was young, it so often was a fine evening, but rained by morning.  We thought those in caravans were the rich (I think we thought them snooty), but when we were loaned a caravan, we thought those in houses were the rich, but then we took a little cottage for holidays! My children and their families have always been much more brave than I was about camping - a lot of gear to sort out! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Camping has never been an attraction for me, Rhiannon. The only time I put up a tent was for my daughters and friends in our back garden.

Luigi x

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Luigi,

this poem reminded me of travelling down to Cornwall on an August bank holiday, would you believe how foolish that was? It took us ten hours to get there, on a journey that normally takes about four hours. Then we had to put tents up, it was a nightmare because it was so hot and sticky...I'll never forget it. Your poem was a perfect example of why not to travel on a bank holiday weekend.

Brilliant IP by the way.

Jenny. xx

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

It just goes to show that we are gluttons for punishment, Jenny. We seem mesmerised by the sun and embark on long journeys without realising that the traffic might slow us down so much that we regret our decision. Sometimes it is better to stay at home. Today I have been enjoying the sunshine in my back garden without any hassle.
I am pleased to hear that the poem was right for the IP.

Luigi xx