This weekend, I was away off-roading with my brother and his mate, at Robin Hood’s Bay, near Whitby in North Yorkshire. Pictures on the 4×4Jamboree site I do for them – direct link to the correct gallery here.
So we decided to take a carvan, cos it’s a fair ol’ drive south, and the three of us might as well make a weekend of it.
Now playback to June/July. My brother left some burgers in the fridge inside the caravan. It survived(?) the heatwave.
Someone broke into the caravan at some point and nicked the fridge and tossed the two boxes of rotten burgers onto one of the couches. This would form part of a triple bed.
The caravan stunk like there’s no tomorrow. It actually smelt of shit, so intense, it would be like someone rubbing shit onto your nose. No one managed to be sick though. We couldn’t get rid of the smell, despite the 80-miles journey airing it out to Robin Hood’s Bay.
I slept on the offending couch as I didn’t fancy sleeping in the middle and figured my synthetic sleeping bag would keep the smell out cos it’s not very breathable. I slept like a log, the other two didn’t sleep as well because as everytime I turned over, they would get nasty whiffs of burger remains from the couch.
Picture of Robin Hood’s Bay:
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