Bonterra Park 12th June 2009 (2)

Was talking to Colin, the “Monster” owner and I noticed that he had a pair of “Long Vehicle” plates on the back of the trailer that he tows his Smart car on. “What’re those for?” He told me that all vehicles over 12m needed them. I did not notice him pointing to the MS when he said, “How long is it?” “That’s a rather personal question, Colin….Oh sorry oh that thing”.

So it turns out I need them as well. Funny enough I should have figured out myself because on a number of occasions, on the way down here, we have been overtaken by cars that obviously just thought we were a motorhome, not something 13.5 m long. They barely made it!

Now I have been known, on some very rare circumstances to utter the expletive “WHAT!” when presented with something I deem to be overpriced, termed by our friends the Swans as “The Swinhoe WHAT”. In Spain however this has been replaced by “QUE!” Pronounced “KAY” as in Faulty Towers.

Well we went to the store in Valencia, Juvi, a kind of Halfords, to get the said items. They are a thin piece of rectangular tin approximately 4” x 16”, centre yellow and red tape around the edges. Not a lot of English spoken at the shop but managed to get, by pointing, what I wanted. Quanto vale? (How much are they) “€veintiuna”. Right, now numbers, let’s think, sounds like a “one” is in there somewhere, now what’s that “Beheenteh sound?” 10? Could it be 11? Hang on that’s a 20, €21!!!! EACH!!!
“QUE!”
We eventually agreed on €17 but I only bought one, I thought I’ll just cut in half.

Well the time came round and we had to drive down to the airport and get the “SWAN”, they was no way round it, he had ignored all the subtle hints, “We don’t want you here!” etc. But as he was bringing the Branston Pickle nearly all could be forgiven. Apparently son Adam had taken it and other essentials round to Swanny’s office, Air Engineering, Alan had explained that if he was going to take it at all, it could not be in a glass container because of airport security. Those thieving buggers would have it away and it would jacket potatoes with cheese before you could say Jack Robinson. So between them, they came up with the idea of pouring it into a Tupperware container and sealing it with duck tape.
By the time he gets on the plane Alan is thinking, “If I get stopped by the Spanish customs, what the hell am I going to tell them what it is?”

So there’s him arriving, notice the pocket low down on his right leg, he can’t reach it. It’s where he keeps his money.

Well we got back in the dark, had some beers, king prawns in garlic butter, more beers then bed. He tucks up in that.

Up at 7’sh, walk to beech then to town, back for coffee and cake, then the pool.
Swan decides to text the lads back home “sorry, will not be making it to Wetherspoons tomorrow night, might just stop here”. It’s 34 degrees and warming up.