Well we survived our first weekend as Wardens, and a Bank Holiday one as well.
Mr O had conducted a handover to me on the Friday, and Saturday saw us fully up and running, almost literally. We never seemed to stop, from greeting new arrivals to answering simple questions and ensuring that the toilets were clean and tidy.
All the people on the touring site seemed friendly enough, as did some of the occupants of the statics. You do get a sense though, that some of the old hands on the site have formed their own clique, and we are very much the outsiders - no matter, I can talk to anyone!
The weather forecast for this area, Lancashire, was pretty poor, strong winds and torrential rain, and this provided plenty of comments with passing dog walkers, Tourers and Statics alike, and as it turned out the forecast was spot on.
Mrs SA divided our fellow caravanners by type; Mr and Mrs Divorce, (on the horizon at least), the One-Uppers and the two ladies sharing a common bed if you get my drift, (not judging, just saying).
The One-Uppers had nearly the same caravan as ourselves only a newer model, but were self-confessed new to Caravanning, I nodded sagely at this statement, and didn't let on that we had only had ours since February.
It was Mrs SA's theory about the shortly to be divorced couple - he was always slipping away to use his phone, (I know this because Mrs SA has taken on the appearance of a Meerkat, occupying a strategic seat in the van which gives her the best view of the park and giving me regular SITREPS of all the coming and goings), with a wife who looks less than happy. Sadly they have two lovely little girls, so I hope her theory is wrong.
Sunday started off not too bad, at least it didn't rain, but it was clear that most people were keen to stay indoors with a cup of tea, as did we. However towards early afternoon things deteriorated with strong gale force winds and heavy rain. It was with some surprise then, that I noticed Mr Divorce starting to put up an awning in the lashing rain and gales, aided by one of his little girls. Too much for me I'm afraid and I had to go across and lend a hand, to find that he was putting up a brand new light-weight awning and had failed to read the instructions, or indeed bring them with him. I then showed him where all the shock-corded poles went and how to tie down etc. The only thing that irritated me was the fact that he had spent the morning drinking tea in his van and waited until the weather worsened before trying to put the thing up.
The rest of Sunday was spent trekking backwards and forwards to the distribution box to reset a trip that supplied the four vans on our side of the park, that is until one of the two ladies came to our van to inform us that the toilets in the ladies loo were well and truly blocked. This brought about a complete change in Mrs SA - with a worrying gleam in her eye, she stated, with some enthusiasm, that she knew exactly what to do and headed off to the toilet block. "Pass me a mop", and in short order she had cleared the toilet. It's something to do with her past life as a Care Home Manager, let's leave it at that.
Bank Holiday Monday didn't really see any improvement in the weather and by mid-morning most of the tourers had gone, leaving us, seemingly, with time on our hands. Part of my responsibilities will include cutting the grass, but the ground is far too wet for that, so feet up and kettle on - I could get use to this!