Blustery blog from Bridport...

  So...our annual visit to the south west took off with a bang!! A predicted storm, of a larger scale than that of 1987, expected to hit us the following night, and mother is more terrified of a spider living in her bed sheets- but to be honest, he was a whopper! That situation shortly solved by the man of the house ( and with the help of me opening the door I'd like to add-BRAVE), I sat panicking about the position of our caravan right at the top of the hill, already tipping over the edge without the help of the storm. The mother remains surprisingly calm still, although she cannot find radio 2 on her radio! Heaven forbid, I think this may be the end...the storm continues growing bigger, caravan shaking and the windows almost caving in... OH MY GIDDY AUNT CARL HASN'T PUT HIS DUVET COVER IN HIS DUVET YET!!!! The panicked mother continues to stress...'but Mum, we are definitely going to blow over the cliff inside the caravan and it will not be fun' ...'we can't worry about that at the moment, there is still a duvet laying separately to its cover...

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