From Steve
Howe....
yes, you've
guessed it this was my first camping trip. ever since
my days in shorts, woggle and dib dib dob, i've
always fancied the idea of camping.
unfortunately
for me that was as far as it got. being the youngest and
fourth son i did suffer a severe syndrome. " no you can't
do that your brother ----------". " we would
let you go but remember when tom, dick, and harry
did this".
being accepting
of these facts and not wishing to upset the military routine
that mum ran the house. so i just fantasised about certain
issues. one of course being a camping trip. i was
that vivid with my imagination that i really did think that i
had been on at least one scout camp. but alas no. it
took walton summer 2cv camp to realise my boyhood dreams.
what great fun
i had. along with the company of my 5 3/4 year old son
jack. it was obviously his first time as well. we
had purchased a small economical tent from lidl, pronounced lee-dall
, a german chain of fantastic value for money shops. special
torches, one each, jack likes his own toys, inflatable
mattress. to my horror and my stiffening back it only inflated
around the perimeter. it was supposed to be some super
dooper german beach towel, ( prevents sand from penetrating those
parts that other substances don't reach ). we've all heard
about german beach towels!!!.
anyway this led
to great discomfort for an out of condition body which had seen
the last of seventeen stone sometime ago. nevertheless
jack in his prime had never slept so well, wedged between me,
teddy,and of course his pokemon album.
not only were
we camping virgins, it was my first major outing in my one
month acquired red and white 2cv dolly. yes you've guessed
it! another boyhood dream atlast achieved.
i had a two week
holiday in Amsterdam as a fresh faced fifteen year old. we
travelled there in a brand new dyane and it was there i first
saw a 2cv. i new straight away that one day i would have
to own one for myself. well it's been a thirty year wait!!. marriage,
four children, divorce, vasectomy, successful reversal, fifth
child and new partner later, that i finally took the plunge. yes
i am a natural gambler but what joy. the drive down on
friday evening, roof all the back, excited 5 3/4 year old jumping
around, and me adjusting to the push-me pull-you gear change,
was fantastic.
we arrived with
minimal knowledge having attended just one mad hatters meeting
two weeks previously. parting with some folding kind we
were given a goodie bag, plastic duck found it's way into our
bed straight away. a super new pen that won't write and
heaps of weekend and local useful information.
obviously the
mad hatters had been hard at work and my heart felt thanks goes
out to all of them, especially gill, bill, and dave who all helped
to realise my childhood ambitions.
we had a great
weekend and the convoy into windsor really did make us feel like
royalty. you have not seen the last of us. oh! and
by the way a frantic trade in pokemon cards could be done in
one dark corner of a field in walton. " how was it
for you jack?", " i don't want to go home
dad".
cheers,
steve and jack howe 5 3/4
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WHAT'S YOUR CAR CALLED ?
Mike and Ursula
found their present Dyane through the 2CVGB magazine. A
phone call in October '97 led to us meeting up one dreadful grey
wet ‘n' windy Saturday. It
was stairods and hailstones all the way to junction eleven on the
M11. It was 4 p.m. and already getting dark, so we decided to seek
cover at Addenbrookes Hospital in Cambridge in order to examine
the car. We entered
the undercover parking area ‘the wrong way' over those raised ramps
that stop all cars except 2CV's from entering! After
a torchlit parade and a health check we jetted round local roads
and soon decided to purchase YOC543T. Up
until this point in time we had only come across Dyane wrecks and
we had resigned ourselves to getting a modern eurobox – a golf! Thank
goodness we made that phonecall!! We
could see in the dark (we eat lots of carrots) that YOC543T had
lots of potential and the Myosotis Blue colour was intoxicating. So
we bought and headed home. The
next morning there she stood outside – we were thrilled. Ursula
danced up and down on the lawn and we stopped thinking about euroboxes.
Over the past two
years we've used the best parts from our old Dyane and re-sprayed
them to Myosotis Blue. The ‘car
that died' gave us the bonnet, bumpers, wheels and a big box of
spares. So what do we call YOC543T? Well,
for the first few months we thought about CAMELITA as she ‘spat
like a camel' everytime we drove off to work, mainly due I think
to the fact that she had been sitting around in Yorkshire for 5/6
years, doing very little. And
so it was that YOC543T came to our rescue and saved us from getting
that golf. As we found her at Addenbrookes Hospital what better name
than FLORENCE after Florence Nightingale, the lady with the lamp – she
certainly came to our rescue.
Florence doesn't
spit anymore and she is generally well behaved. In
winter we tuck her up at night under a nice cosy hood that we got
from Halfords. Trouble
is we now get complaints from the neighbours about her loud snoring! For
those that are still reading and enjoying Latin, FLORENCE means “flourishing,
industrious and charming”. Florence
likes things to be done properly. She
expects the same dedication as she would offer herself, can sometimes
appear a little too demanding. Come to think of
it that all sounds a little like our chairman!
Mike & Ursula
Barker – Thames Tortoises
YOC543T
Dyane / Florence
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