We're heading back to the UK in our motor home in a couple of weeks. My niece is getting married at the end of the month, and it's about time - they've been together for 10 years now. We'll see all the family, and after the wedding, we'll head for our static caravan overlooking Bigbury Bay. After three weeks there, we'll sail back to Santander, and spend a week to ten days touring Portugal before coming home to the Costa Blanca.
It sounds good, doesn't it, but you know what? I don't want to go. I do want to see my niece get married, and I want to see the family - particularly my two beautiful granddaughters, who are aged 6 and 2. I also want to hit the shops and buy a few month's supply of the stuff that's so expensive here - Cheddar cheese, Tetley teabags, bacon, Oxo cubes, baked beans, Vimto to name but a few. And I want to sit in our caravan in the rain and look out over Bigbury Bay.
Hopefully, there might even be a few sunny days. We'll go into Plymouth, look around the shops and have a Cornish Pasty from Rowe's for lunch. I'll hit Poundland, and come out with bulging bags. Later in the day, we'll call into J. D. Wetherspoons for curry night.
We'll also catch up with our motorcaravanning friends, and maybe take in a rally while we're there. I'll love it once we get over there - in fact, as soon as we've driven away from La Finca I'll enjoy the journey. We'll drive up through France, with two, three or more overnight stops when we feel like it. That's why we never book the ferry going over - we just hop on when we get to Dunkirk, because then we can take the time to stop off for a night or two in a pretty village if we want to.
So why do I feel that I just want to stay here, and not bother with all that? I can guarantee that when we're getting ready to leave the caravan, I'll say 'I don't want to go,' even though by then I'll be itching to get back to the apartment, my garden and my friends. Does anyone else feel like that when they take a trip back to the UK, or is it just me being silly?
