Days 36, 37 & 38 – We take a city-break, that’s not a city-break . . .

They say that ‘doing without’ is good for you. So that when you’re back in a time of plenty, you can really appreciate that previous ‘lack’, even more. The idea of fasting, as a way to bring benefit to mind and body is nothing new. After all, it’s about willpower and calories, isn’t it?

Being on the road for eight weeks, without the usual home luxuries, can sometimes feel like a fast. Whether it be due to the ‘lack’ of decent site facilities, or, when the weather is poor, the ‘lack’ of space to exist, or operate in.

Then, speaking wholly for myself of course, there’s the fast of no Eurosport, BBC Sport and BT Sport. A fast from watching football, tennis & cycling. (Mrs S probably thinks that this is really good for me) This trip has also brought on an additional unexpected ‘lack’ too. Away from the coast and no on-site pools. A fast from swimming.

However, when it comes to food and ‘home cooking’, the word fast daren’t show its head anywhere near Beastie’s tiny kitchen. Day after day, Mrs S produces the same fabulous culinary delights as she would back home, albeit, in a kitchen twenty times smaller.

For us though, at the moment, we know we have more than enough to compensate . . .

Perfect summer evenings, empty stretches of sandy lakeside beaches and red wine in abundance. So, who needs TV?

There is nothing so nourishing for the soul at the end of a day, than a perfect evening sky.
A deserted hot spot, but with a shallow ‘paddling’ lake to cool ankles and knees only.
Beastie’s belly can always be found with a more than ample supply of ‘du vin rouge’.

Our three nights and two days away from city life at Eco-Camping Bindunga 69, is not all 100% relaxation . . .

A bedroom window blind keeps jamming . . .
As good as new . . .
A mysterious puncture to Mrs S’s front tyre, despite the innertube being the self-sealing type.
As Fireman Sam famously says, “Ready for Action”

No site is perfect. We don’t expect perfection. Each comes with its own little and usually, unforeseen quirk. Something that can be a minor irritation, or drive you absolutely potty. This site has such a quirk. Each morning at 4.08am we’re woken by, not as you’d expect, the dawn chorus, but the crazy cawing cacophony of a ‘murder’ of crows. Early morning’s drifting reveries rudely broken by a crazy gang of swooping and diving loud mouths. By the time they exit to their breakfast field, sleep has been replaced by the thought of one thing only – ‘murder!!’

‘Ahoy there’ – fifty metres from our pitch is an unusual crows-nest – “Pass me my shotgun Mrs S”

Apart from the crows, we’ve had this massive site virtually to ourselves. Home to a retreat of over a thousand happy campers, just one day before our arrival. Today that changes. Tomorrow, Thursday 8th marks a Polish Public Bank Holiday, to celebrate the Catholic feast day of Corpus Christi. Camper after camper after camper arrives. Brimming with families. Eager to get away for a long week-end. All taking their own city-break.

Come evening the usually quiet and dark site is a bright and chattering festival.

Taken at 11.45pm.
Beastie’s back side gets surrounded. Three families create their own circus ring of noisy, excitable & incessant yacket. Brought to an apologetic and abrupt end by a polite and to the point request from Mrs S at 12.20am.

We leave the site, shortly after 10am. Just in time. New arrivals are queueing at the gate. City break over.

The wooded area on the right was deserted yesterday morning. And yes, I should have cleaned the windscreen!

2 thoughts on “Days 36, 37 & 38 – We take a city-break, that’s not a city-break . . .”

  1. Great commentary, and photos. I find myself wondering if that why its called “I could Murder those Crows”,!

    1. Cheers Dave. After being treated to their special way of saying good morning, it’s no wonder ‘murder’ is used as one of their collective nouns.

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