7th August: I am always getting tangled up in something, the gods are ganging up on me at present. As many of you know I have a very old fashioned telephone - the one with a curly wire connecting the phone to the handset. They do get twisted up and when I answered the phone this morning I got in real pickle and was still laughing at myself when I managed to speak. The foreign caller was not amused, she said "How dare you laugh at me, you ........" and slammed the phone down.
John rang up this morning to enquire about putting some solar panels onto our shed roof to offset the cost of the campsite electricity. It sounds very good in practice and hopefully it will be cheaper and greener, it rather depends on the installation costs.
2nd August 2018: What a morning I have had. Collie Josie got tangled up in my wheelchair (at the back of course where I couldn't reach her) and she was squealing and struggling hard which scared me to death. I managed to grab a kitchen chair and slide down onto it, then I was able to free Josie but I couldn't get back up onto the wheelchair and had to wait for John to rescue me. I was shaking and decided a fruit lunch would be all that I wanted to eat and then I dropped a punnet of blueberries on the floor. It isn't a good idea to go wheeling around a floor full of blueberries so I am sitting waiting for John again! I should have stayed in bed.
24th July 2018: John & I were watching a vehicle restoration programme at lunchtime (marginally preferable to boxing or fishing) and John was getting quite excited by a particular project because he said there were only 8 of them in the whole world. I pointed out to him that there was only 1 of me, I am unique, and he got me for the price of a wedding licence so I was a real bargain. He didn't seem overly impressed. Men are so strange.
20th July 2018: Our guests (Gill, Rosemary & Judy) have loved seeing the baby owls lined up on the top of the fence when it is dumpsy dark and yesterday the baby woodpeckers were in the orchard too. Gill says we have the fattest rabbits she has ever seen. I am doing a daily battle with my baby squirrels who are determined to keep digging about in my flower pots but fortunately our housemartins only had one small brood this year so we didn't need to wear our shower hats in the laundry. The unexpected late lamb is still doing well and is at our son's home being taken care of, her mum still doesn't have enough milk so lambkins will have to continue with supplementary bottles for another few weeks but John doesn't mind.
My guilty secret is out. Whenever I wanted to have an egg sandwich or make a cake, it was a lottery as to whether I could persuade John to give me some of his free range eggs - he often said he needed them for his regular customers. One of our customers urgently needed a couple of eggs for something she was making but there were none available, so I let her have a couple of mine (bought from Tesco and hidden in the cupboard - much more reliable source).
2nd July 2018: Pauline & Melvyn are currently visiting us and Helen & David popped in to see late this afternoon and it is always nice to catch up with old friends. John finished sheep shearing on Saturday and was stunned when his oldest ewe produced a lamb on Sunday. He doesn't know how it happened - you would think he would know about "the birds and bees" by now. Sadly the ewe is ancient and there isn't much nutritional value in the dry grass so I think the lamb will have to be bottle fed but at least he won't need a heat lamp!
29th June 2018: John and Luke have started shearing, oh what joy! Temper tantrums (from the sheep as well) followed by beer on the lawn when all is forgiven and tales of sheep are all that is on offer. Our collie is broken-hearted - she bounced out of the kitchen door this morning to see her new doggie camping friend and hopefully share breakfast only to find he had gone home.
The sun must be getting to John, he cleaned out the laundry this morning. He wheeled me out to admire his work and to be fair he had done a lot. I am struggling to keep him fed, he is using so many calories and every time I look at his plate I put on so many pounds that it really isn't fair.
14th June 2018: There are baby squirrels everywhere at the moment and while they are tearing around, the newest brood of housemartins are overhead doing their acrobatics as they do every year.
1st June 2018: We are very sad and tearful today as Wendy and her family have taken their caravan home for the final time as they have decided to sell it. I am sure they will be popping in occasionally but we will miss them so much. We have had so many happy years with them and their extended families and we are comforted by knowing that we will always be friends and keep in touch. Another ex-camper of ours volunteered to drive Wendy's caravan home for her and it is lovely for us to know that so many strong friendships have developed here over the years between our wonderful guests as well as with us.
Our annual campsite inspection is happening on 7th June and we are busy getting the campsite in pristine condition - well as good as it can be. I do cross swords with them from time to time, so he had better be nice!
30th March 2018: It is a little soggy here but some intrepid explorers/guests have joined us, sadly they didn't abide by the rules and bring some sunshine. However, I have decided that we will be having a long hot summer to make up for it. John is all drippy and miserable.
24th March 2018: It is official, our camping guests are the very very best. We opened today and owing to the weather we weren't able to switch on the water until the last minute, to his horror John then discovered broken pipes and panic set in. He went off in a bit of a tizz knowing that we had people coming and no water supply to the toilet or shower but when he came back our first guest Andy was coming out of the shower. Bless him, Andy had arrived, wanted a shower, discovered the water problems and being a metal fabricator, had just got on and fixed them. John had to come in and have a cuppa to get over the shock.
15th March 2018: Dave came down on Mothering Sunday with girl friend Roz and they chattered away about rugby injuries following Dave's ear incident on the field. They left because Roz had a match in the afternoon (ladies rugby is apparently always played on Sunday afternoons) and I learned the following day that she had dislocated and broken her ankle in the match. So rugby attacked them both last weekend - I am trying (unsuccessfully) to persuade them that making jigsaws is a much healthier way of keeping fit.
11th March 2018: Dave phoned yesterday to ask his dad to lock up his chickens as he was on his way to A&E to have stitches in his ear following a rugby accident. Apparently a "ruck" collapsed, yes well, some might know what this means (I don't). We asked him to ring us when he was back at home but by midnight we hadn't heard anything so we rang him. He was on his way home but had been held up because a specialist consultant had to be removed from his bed to come and do the delicate work. Our NHS is brilliant. Dave had to have 10 stitches on the cartiledge inside of his ear. I inspected the needlework this morning and it was excellent.
3rd March 2018: What a week that was. We had enough snow to close the local schools and businesses and only emergency or 4x4 vehicles used the roads. After it had taken John 20 minutes to get from the back door to the chicken run, he called for help from our son Dave and friend Ashley and asked them to bring spades and shovels. Ash stayed here and made sure the steps and gates all opened and Dave went on the livestock run to help John with the necessary extra feeding and watering of the livestock. Chris helped us today but we are now thawing slowly and we hope that by tomorrow things will be manageable again and we are just waiting to see if the moors flood!
As well as lots of offers of help from people who live near fields where some of our sheep currently are. one of our neighbours went down through Greenway checking on anyone who might need help and there were so many offers of help on Facebook from villagers, it made me very proud of North Curry and those who live here.
26th February 2018: John had to call the vet yesterday to rescue a ewe having lambing problems. He brought in a very poorly lamb and put her on the hearth awaiting the inevitable. At midnight last night the lamb decided he wanted to stay in this world and bleated at full volume FOR THE ENTIRE NIGHT. I woke John at 5am and told him I wanted a divorce - it was either the sheep or him that has to go. This morning I have decided that the divorce comes first - then I can sell all of the sheep. I have had no sleep since the night before last so nobody had better mess with me today and John must find a place to hide.
22nd February 2018: Have only just got around to updating my blog, sorry guys but making jigsaws is very time consuming! We have just had our amazing Cornish friend Richard and his son's dog Harley (Josie's brother) stayed with us for 3 days. Harley is just like his mum, soft and soppy and after his initial scenting all around our kitchen (and a dump on the floor) we enjoyed having him!
Richard grows daffodils and my kitchen dresser is now groaning with them and he also makes lobster pots which is his main reason for visiting. Somerset willows are the best or so my dad brought me up to believe.
6th February 2018: One of my dearest friends and ex-neighbour Mrs Jo Bimson died last Wednesday, she was nearly 103 years old and an amazing lady.
John must mean business because he has bought some new wellies and he complained that they cost him £15, but he has sold some sheep. Luke asked him if he needed help to take a few to the market but John said he didn't have the time (likely story) so Luke said he would buy some of them himself. I like Luke, but not so keen on sheep.
30th January 2018: The lambs keep coming and I keep nagging John to sell more sheep as he spends all his life rushing around looking after many more sheep than he should - nothing changes here. Liz is making plans to get our gift shop ready and I am quite proud of some of my newest knitted treasures - woodland animals with chocolate stuffing (honestly), lavender dolls, mittens with motifs of everything from flamingos to badgers and all in bright colours and made by my own fair hand (and at fantastic prices).
22nd January 2018: The campsite bookings diary (exercise book) is ruled up, my pencil is sharpened and I am ready. John is daily going around with a wheelbarrow collecting up the lambs - this is what happens when you put two rams in with the ewes at the same time - all the lambs come together! Josie continues in her genetic make-up and yesterday was chased and corned by a sheep and had to be rescued by John. He really should give her "the talk" about how sheepdogs are supposed to behave.
1st January 2018: Our bad luck has continued and we had a rather miserable christmas. Last night we were all tucked up in bed by 11pm, so the new year entered unannounced and uncelebrated. Nevertheless a new year has started and we wish you all a very happy, healthy and peaceful 2018 and hopefully you will be able to spend some of it with us at Doolittle's where we hope our luck will improve.
EDF (our electricity supplier) wished us a happy christmas by sending us notification that there was a £1260 debit on our campsite electric account with instructions on how to send them the money forthwith, so it is with very sincere apologies that we must put our pitch fees us to £15 per night (or £100 per week) for the 2018 season. Just to add to the financial misery the wetroom electric invoice arrived the next day but I am contemplating selling John and the sheep to help with that one!
24th October 2017: It is complete, I now have an en-suite that is suitable for my needs. At times I really did not think it would happen. All we have to do now is pay for it, oh dear.
18th October 2017: The campsite is quite busy for the time of the year. We will remain open until the frosts come (we have to drain the toilet) and thereafter those with their own toilet facilities will still be able to visit.
9th October 2017: Anne, the lovely lady who lives in our mobile home, has offered to look after "Alan's garden" and we have gratefully accepted.
3rd October 2017: John, Liz and Dave have gone to Wales for the day to attend Alan's (my brother-in-law) funeral in Cwmbran. Many of you knew Alan as being the man responsible for the lovely garden that he planted and maintained on the campsite. My friend Bridget is coming to keep me and the 6 dogs company.
21st September 2017: I think I disgraced myself this afternoon. 2 very nice young men were putting the floor down at the end of my bedroom. I had aplogised but told them to carry on but I had to lie down for an hour to change position. They were making a noise but when I got up at 3pm, Scott said that I had been very quiet watching the TV, but since I had no idea what was on I must have been sound asleep for the whole time as I am sure he knew!
19th September 2017: The bad luck seems to continue as our son came downstairs to find burglars. He was angry because he didn't catch one of them, although for their sakes it was probably a good job. David has a green belt in sumo wrestling (is one of the top 10 in the country) as well being one of the team captains of a local rugby club so I think the burglars had a lucky escape.
At long last, the wetroom floor is going down on Friday and it is being tiled next Tuesday. Our wonderful plumber is taking over the completion of the job.
10th September 2017: It has been such a sad day for us today. This morning John's sister Meg phoned to say that her husband had been rushed to hospital but he died this afternoon. It was sudden and unexpected and Alan was responsible for the lovely gardens here at the campsite which he has worked tirelessly on during this season.
6th September 2017: Oh well the happy balloon has burst. Had a quote from the plumber to finish the job and I think he is a little out of our price range. Our son has promised to help out where he can and I will negotiate with the plumber when he returns for a discount for an elderly disabled lady! The wetroom will be finished by christmas, it is just a question of which year. It's been 18 months already into a job which should have taken about 10 weeks! The saga continues,
The annual tent rally is in full swing and they are enjoying some pretty amazing weather. Sadly their annual cricket match on the playing field in Greenway was spoilt by the length of the grass on the pitch.
13th August 2017: My black eye is now more of a purple/yellow colour, I can open the eye properly and it doesn't hurt anymore. My lovely brother-in-law Alan has put a plank of wood across the entrance to the wetroom so that I cannot do it again. John collected his new van during the week and is very pleased with it so far. Liz's little Westie Pearl had an operation to remove a lump on her neck yesterday, she is a bit unsettled but otherwise OK. We knew she had the lump there but she had scratched it, so when John took our little Ruby for a routine visit yesterday Liz asked him to take Pearl as well. Our lovely vet Ben decided to keep her and remove the lump and by lunchtime he was ringing Liz up to collect her. Pet insurance is a wonderful thing! It gave Liz a shock though when John didn't bring her home.
4th August 2017: I knew my wetroom would be the death of me and it nearly was. John and I were discussing where to put the towel rail and the wheel of my wheelchair went over the edge and down I went onto the concrete. I am now sporting a spectacular black eye but the paramedic who came to our aid was very handsome and took a lot of the stress away! My blood really is embedded in the wetroom now.
The shepherd's hut is getting very popular and every occupant so far has rebooked. Our most recent guest was enthralled to see a baby owl perch on a nearby post and on hearing a noise late in the evening saw a badger walking around the back of the hut (John and I aren't the only wildlife here).
27th July 2017: Be very afraid, Millbrook came to sort out my wheelchairs yesterday and I was soon whizzing around the campsite on my new power wheelchair.
24th July 2017: Campers rang us early yesterday morning to say our sheep were out but they had put them back with the others - the sheep were actually pedigree angora goats and not ours but we appreciated the gesture though sadly their owners wanted them back!
11th July 2017: John is happy, it is raining for the first time in a month. Now the grass will grow and he won't keep having to move sheep around at high speed finding grass. My concrete patio was laid by my wonderful son and friend Matt on Saturday morning, baby steps. A housemartin shared our kitchen for morning coffee, he obviously hadn't quite the hang of "leaving the nest" yet.
2nd July 2017: I am getting used to the curtain covering the hole in my bedroom wall. The housemartins have left the nest, but they are not very good on directions yet as they flew out of the laundry and straight through the kitchen into my bedroom. Ruby was trying to catch them while I was peeping out from under the bedcover trying to avoid fall-out, though my room is such a mess at the moment that it doesn't much matter.
29th June 2017: How the weather has changed, but luckily the annual canoe club meeting were still able to have a good time and a camp fire get together in the evening. We have had some charming Belgian guests in our shepherd's hut all week, sadly going home on Saturday and we have also had Ray & Jackie.
We haven't had a wonderful weekend as a local woman decided to write off John's van on Saturday evening, fortunately only John's pride was hurt and a sense of disappointment because he loved his van. Then on Monday David asked his dad to fetch him from work because his head gasket had gone on his van and he couldn't borrow ours. Not a good weekend in the transport department here. However our lovely friend Greasy has one tucked away in his garage and John will eventually have that.
Our luck has to change sometime, come and cheer us up.
8th June 2017: We are very sad to report the passing of one of our most popular guests Mr Terry Mapstone. Terry & his wife Janet and their extended family are part of the fabric of Doolittle's Campsite and have been involved in so many of the events and parties held here over the years. We erected "The Royal Enlosure" for them, Pitch 12 and "The Posh Pitch" which their daughter Wendy & family now use. We held lawnmower, electric scooter and mobility scooter races for his benefit which were amazing. There were so many other fun times, too many to recall and we will all miss him.
7th May 2017: The May Fair was a great success as it usually is. Liz and her Aunt & Uncle did very well and the rain stayed away. It wasn't too cold and the sun even tried to shine a little bit. Getting busy on the campsite today.2nd May 2017:
The bank holiday was very quiet, good job the inspectors were here and are leaving tomorrow. We had our inspection this afternoon and all good. They were such an improvement on last year's inspector who I now understand is working on a big club site. In the Turney household we are getting ready for the North Curry May Fair next Saturday 6th May. Liz has her usual Dizzy Doolittle's stall and has made some more beautiful things and John's sister Megan and her husband Alan are coming to help her.24th April 2017:
John is 72 today but he has spent the weekend carrying blocks up a ladder helping our son with his building extension. I must be looking after him well. Not only are the housemartins back but we now have a baby squirrel to likes to come and ring the bell at the top of the back steps, he doesn't run away but stays to laugh at us for opening the door. 20th April 2017:
I am not sure whether to be worried or not, the Camping & Caravanning Club inspectors are basing themselves on our site for two weeks while they check out all the other sites in the area. I am trying to get John to behave for 2 weeks but it is an uphill struggle!17th April 2017:
WE ARE NOW OPEN, first guests arriving today. Meg & Alan have made the campsite gardens look beautiful again and the blossoms are out ready for your admiration! Chris was busy all day yesterday doing maintenance and Liz will be putting the finishing touches to the reception/craft shop this afternoon. We still have a few vacancies for Easter. The goat kids are now thriving and we have two lambs needing bottle feeding (any volunteers out there?) Don't forget our new email address - firstname.lastname@example.org
.20th March 2017:
What a week we have just had, first Golly Goat was very poorly and the vet didn't really know what was wrong. We put him in a cage in the living room and his bleats kept me awake for 3 nights in a row, by 3am on Sunday morning I wanted him to lose his voice and by 5am all I could think of was "goat stew". The family took pity on me and put him in the shed with our lamb. Then today Cocoa (the kid that Liz wants to keep) was also ill and off to the vet again, fortunately the vet was more au fait with goats and thinks that they are growing too quickly and the ligaments are not keeping up causing them pain.
John didn't know how the puppies happened (a likely story) but he put the billy goat in with Toffee and Fudge so he can't use that excuse again. I've had the dogs "done" and if he brings home another billy, it will have to sleep on his bed, it's not going near the nanny goats!!NEW EMAIL ADDRESS: email@example.com
- very sorry but the old ".net" is being discontinued on 31st May but I will continue to use both until that date.
5th February 2017:
Liz has persuaded her dad to let her keep little Cocoa and this morning we have a local garden nursery who is going to give Cola a home. So we only have Goliath (who actually hasn't turned out the biggest) to place and he has by far the prettiest markings of them all. They have all been neutered so won't be smelly. 20th February 2017:
While we all watched "Call the Midwife" on TV last night Fudge gave birth to 3 enormous baby boys that Liz has called Cola, Cocoa and Goliath (guess who was biggest). All is well and they are cute but if any of you tell Liz or John I said so I will deny all knowledge!19th February 2017:
Despite our patience Fudge is as big as a house and is showing more signs of exploding than giving birth but something must happen soon. John and Chris have spent the morning putting bird netting over our chicken runs so we can promise that our eggs are still free range. Liz is busy getting the reception/craft shop ready and we can't wait to meet up with everyone again. John is drowning in lambs, nearly all twins and triplets but we just need goat kids.
Helen & David and Pauline & Melvyn called to see us at the same time on Saturday, but rather unfortunately John had just lit the fire and because of a blockage the house was filling up with smoke. We survived thanks to Pauline making the teas and coffees and our amazing chimney sweep has just left. 15th January 2017:
It has started, twin lambs born this morning, so very soon it will be chaos here and I will want to emigrate. 9th January 2017:
Liz's craft shop will look pretty as usual. The mobile home is now permanently occupied by our lovely new tenant Anne but we still have the shepherd's hut for all those would-be shepherds out there (we can even supply a few lambs) for weekends or holidays.
I did try to sell John on Facebook once but only got rude offers from his friends - they offered to pay me to keep him.