Things warp and warble

A strange day, all round.
Not sure why, it was just one of those days when everything seemed to be happening at a strange pace, and everyone seemed to be struggling with the basics of life. I had to deal with calls from people who couldn’t find us, despite us being a large campsite just off a main road, and despite us being signposted from about 100 miles away. I had to deal with calls from people who couldn’t work out how to turn on the shower in their caravan, because it happened to be very slightly different from the one they have at home. I even had to deal with a couple from Wolverhampton who had lost their 6-year-old daughter within an hour of arriving on the site. When I asked when they had last seen her the father, in all seriousness, said “I’m not entirely sure she was in the car when we got here.”
Anyway, despite its insipid strangeness the day did not defeat me, and I have made it to the end of this Friday with my body and my sanity intact (if bruised) and with a glass of red wine in hand.

It’s hard to believe we are nearly at the end of my first Summer season as a manager in the tourist trade. Once half-term is over, I won’t be working Saturdays anymore! The Winter months are more about maintenance, and keeping our onsite residents happy, and that can be taken care of Monday to Friday.
It felt like such a long, overwhelming season when I looked at it as it was approaching, but now I’m (almost) out of the other end it hasn’t been too bad after all.

RC 8-10-21