We had an even slower start to Friday – we all slept in till 9.30 but managed to get away by 10.30. The temperature had plummeted overnight and it was still only 5 degrees as we pulled out. The bloke managing the campground has a bother living in Rotorua who rides motorcycle trials, and his 9 year old son does too – I suspect Gazza knows him? What a small world. We also discovered that the bloke we hired our campervan off has a sister-in-law who is Principal of Pahoia School and she lives in Katikati.
It was good to be heading away from London and away from the crowds. We arrived at Stonehenge about noon and had a wander around in the freezing wind. It hasn’t changed at all since were there in 1994 – I guess if something’s been there 3000 years then it’s probably not going to alter much in just 13 years.
We needed to get to The Isle of Wight for the night so we could get to Dinosaur isle on Saturday, which meant scampering down through Salisbury and on to Lymington to catch the Ferry. It was just a half hour ferry ride and then half hour drive on to Apse Heath to a campground. Shari asked the question “I wonder if it would be possible to live on the Island your whole life and never go to the mainland – after meeting the “good old boys” managing the campground it appeared that it certainly would be possible. We could hear the banjos playing as we approached and we’re locking the doors good and tight tonight!
We started to notice a bit of a knock in the front-right wheel assembly of the camper late this afternoon.
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