This is our first ever New Year camp and the hubby didn't take any persuading.I was expecting to go into full debate mode about staying home,in the warmth with Television,computer etc but no he wanted to go.
We booked Walesby Woodlands for three nights with Ehu.
On arrival we were met by the owner who was rushed off his feet, with his wife laid up ill and a toddler to look after.We were quickly booked in and shown several pitches to choose from.We were also invited to use the cafe on an evening.The owners had decided to open it up to the campers,as a meeting place to sit and have a drink ( fridge available to cool your beers) and would be holding a disco on new years eve to bring the new year in with all their customers.This was a lovely idea and many people took up the offer.
We was the only tent on site,the remaining pitches all took by caravans.
The pitch we chose was between two trees as to give a bit of shelter.The weather was chilly but not overly cold or windy.The night sky was clear and full of stars.The owners also placed a couple of reindeer shaped led lights on the site to make everyone feel christmasy.
The weather held out on us and no snow was forthcoming,maybe this year we will get snow.
We both made a new year's resolution to have more nights camping in 2013.
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Monday, 14 October 2013
Monday, 7 October 2013
December Camp Meet up for the Brave
Ok so a few of us decided to camp in December 2012,much to the amusement of other camping friends and family.
We chose a site that backed onto a Pub,just in case emergency shelter was needed.Skipton Arms.
Learning that the pub was also haunted just added to the adventure.
Below is the story as reported in the Scunthorpe Evening Telegraph.
WHEN it comes to watching the World's Most Haunted, it would take more than a dark room and a puff of cold air to freak me out.
Even a creaking floorboard would not have me rushing for the light switch.
So in a bid to find out the truth behind the torches and
whether it was possible to talk to the dead, I was inquisitive enough
to join Steve Dinsdale, investigator and audio-video researcher, and
Sue Drury, medium, investigator and researcher, for their sixth
investigation at the Skipworth Arms in Moortown.
Heather Chuck, 54, has been landlady of the pub for the past four years and she has experienced activity since the day she moved in.
She said: "It was happening straight away. When I'm with somebody I'm not bothered, but when you're on your own it's a bit scary. "There's definitely some- thing in here. I had a barmaid who worked here and every time she worked, glasses fell off the bar. We thought she was making it up, but we saw it on the CCTV."
Heather's presence attracts the orbs – a glow of light that shows the energy of a spirit and is only visible on digital photographs.
She said: "Something happens at least once a month. A customer was stood having a pint at the table and when he went to take a drink it exploded. He thought somebody had shot a pellet through the glass window. It wasn't a warm glass and it wasn't ice cold. The top of the glass was still complete.
"I also got grabbed on the arm last week. I shouted 'Oi' because I thought it was someone winding me up, but there was nothing there."
Among the spirits present in the bar area are believed to be Jim and Mary Parker. They used to own the pub 40 years ago.
Heather's husband, David, 43, said: "When I was cleaning the pipes one day, I thought there was a little lad or lass in a baby walker and it came whizzing past me. There's lot's of noises and stuff like that going on."
Grimsby medium Sue has had spiritual powers from the age of five, but she has only explored her abilities over the past 10 years.
" We use glass tipping on the table top and the rods to call the spirits to come forward.
"Most of the spirits are grounded, they're not hostile, but they don't want to move on, but we can move them over if we want them to go.
"On our investigations, we get people to join in and feel it for themselves."
Steve said: "You don't have to be a psychic or a medium to pick up spirits, you can just be sensitive to it.
"When we use a yes-no board, we place a glass on top and put our index fingers on it, and ask questions. The spirits use our energy to come through.
"A lot of the spirits, when present, have a massive drop in temperature, so we register it with a digital thermometer. We also measure the electro-magnetic frequency that spurs them to come through using a ghost metre shipped in from Singapore."
So with the chance to experience first hand the reality of making contact with the spirits, I was passed the divining rods.
Unsure of what was going to happen, one thing I was definitely going to do my utmost to keep the rods still.
We called for Jimmy to come forward.
Sue said: "Jimmy, if you're in the room, can you cross the rods over for us please."
And in less than 10 seconds, the rods were moving. I was stunned, but still sceptical.
Jimmy was asked to use the rods to point to where he was in the room and with that instruction, my heart almost leapt into my mouth. The rods swung round from pointing forward to touching my shoulders facing behind my back. But they didn't stop there. They continued until they crossed my neck in a headlock.
At that point I could sense something behind me and was in no doubt the spirit had moved the rods.
Then things started to get even weirder, when Jimmy moved the rods independently of each other like he was playing a game – at which point I was quivering in my shoes.
To further strengthen my new-found beliefs, I had a go at contacting the spirits myself.
"I asked for Billy, the young boy, to come forward and cross the rods if he was four years old.
A slower movement saw the rods cross over in front of my very eyes and I had no control over their movement.
My arms were a good 30cm apart, so I knew I wasn't crossing them. But the motion was a softer one, as you would expect for a young child.
In a bid to trick Billy, I asked him to do the same if he was six years old. And with every mental power I was trying to get the rods to cross and contradict the previous answer. But there was a strange force that was firmly keeping the rods apart – even if I tried to give them a helping start. Seeing is believing.
So with five tents set up,we were ready to visit the pub.
No we didn't bump into ghosts,though we did witness the constant re-fill of our glasses,but didn't complain.
The only complaint we did have was it didn't snow!
We chose a site that backed onto a Pub,just in case emergency shelter was needed.Skipton Arms.
Learning that the pub was also haunted just added to the adventure.
Below is the story as reported in the Scunthorpe Evening Telegraph.
WHEN it comes to watching the World's Most Haunted, it would take more than a dark room and a puff of cold air to freak me out.
Even a creaking floorboard would not have me rushing for the light switch.
Heather Chuck, 54, has been landlady of the pub for the past four years and she has experienced activity since the day she moved in.
She said: "It was happening straight away. When I'm with somebody I'm not bothered, but when you're on your own it's a bit scary. "There's definitely some- thing in here. I had a barmaid who worked here and every time she worked, glasses fell off the bar. We thought she was making it up, but we saw it on the CCTV."
Heather's presence attracts the orbs – a glow of light that shows the energy of a spirit and is only visible on digital photographs.
She said: "Something happens at least once a month. A customer was stood having a pint at the table and when he went to take a drink it exploded. He thought somebody had shot a pellet through the glass window. It wasn't a warm glass and it wasn't ice cold. The top of the glass was still complete.
"I also got grabbed on the arm last week. I shouted 'Oi' because I thought it was someone winding me up, but there was nothing there."
Among the spirits present in the bar area are believed to be Jim and Mary Parker. They used to own the pub 40 years ago.
Heather's husband, David, 43, said: "When I was cleaning the pipes one day, I thought there was a little lad or lass in a baby walker and it came whizzing past me. There's lot's of noises and stuff like that going on."
Grimsby medium Sue has had spiritual powers from the age of five, but she has only explored her abilities over the past 10 years.
" We use glass tipping on the table top and the rods to call the spirits to come forward.
"Most of the spirits are grounded, they're not hostile, but they don't want to move on, but we can move them over if we want them to go.
"On our investigations, we get people to join in and feel it for themselves."
Steve said: "You don't have to be a psychic or a medium to pick up spirits, you can just be sensitive to it.
"When we use a yes-no board, we place a glass on top and put our index fingers on it, and ask questions. The spirits use our energy to come through.
"A lot of the spirits, when present, have a massive drop in temperature, so we register it with a digital thermometer. We also measure the electro-magnetic frequency that spurs them to come through using a ghost metre shipped in from Singapore."
So with the chance to experience first hand the reality of making contact with the spirits, I was passed the divining rods.
Unsure of what was going to happen, one thing I was definitely going to do my utmost to keep the rods still.
We called for Jimmy to come forward.
Sue said: "Jimmy, if you're in the room, can you cross the rods over for us please."
And in less than 10 seconds, the rods were moving. I was stunned, but still sceptical.
Jimmy was asked to use the rods to point to where he was in the room and with that instruction, my heart almost leapt into my mouth. The rods swung round from pointing forward to touching my shoulders facing behind my back. But they didn't stop there. They continued until they crossed my neck in a headlock.
At that point I could sense something behind me and was in no doubt the spirit had moved the rods.
Then things started to get even weirder, when Jimmy moved the rods independently of each other like he was playing a game – at which point I was quivering in my shoes.
To further strengthen my new-found beliefs, I had a go at contacting the spirits myself.
"I asked for Billy, the young boy, to come forward and cross the rods if he was four years old.
A slower movement saw the rods cross over in front of my very eyes and I had no control over their movement.
My arms were a good 30cm apart, so I knew I wasn't crossing them. But the motion was a softer one, as you would expect for a young child.
In a bid to trick Billy, I asked him to do the same if he was six years old. And with every mental power I was trying to get the rods to cross and contradict the previous answer. But there was a strange force that was firmly keeping the rods apart – even if I tried to give them a helping start. Seeing is believing.
So with five tents set up,we were ready to visit the pub.
No we didn't bump into ghosts,though we did witness the constant re-fill of our glasses,but didn't complain.
The only complaint we did have was it didn't snow!
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| Skipworth Arms |
Tuesday, 1 October 2013
Goodbye Lincoln,Hello TT
With only a few weeks to go to our week away in Scotland to our horror we discover Lincoln is unwell.The dreaded damp has appeared.The hubby says it would be an easy fix but we are short of time.Our holiday fund would be compromised and with the rising cost of fuel ,the decision is made to say goodbye to Lincoln and look for an alternative.Lincoln is sold onto a lovely couple who are aware of his problem,they have dealt with damp before and promise to look after him.
After searching for alternatives we decide on a trailer tent,we loved the canvas awning and knew the benefits of canvas.We would still be sleeping off the ground and have space not only to move around in but to keep it at home.
We found one for sale locally had a viewing and brought it home.
Now after selling off our caravan gear that was no longer required we had surplus pennies to purchase the side bars for storage enabling us to manouvre the TT into our back garden.
Boy is it big,when fully opened we could of had a party inside.However there was work to be done to make it ours and enjoy the space.Firstly the hubby fitted an EHU followed by a water tap.Carpets and sofa were snapped up in local camping shops.Extra pegs and Delta's were purchased this is a lot of canvas to protect.
Finally we were ready,just one thing remained a quick trial away locally to check if it's fully waterproof.
After searching for alternatives we decide on a trailer tent,we loved the canvas awning and knew the benefits of canvas.We would still be sleeping off the ground and have space not only to move around in but to keep it at home.
We found one for sale locally had a viewing and brought it home.
Now after selling off our caravan gear that was no longer required we had surplus pennies to purchase the side bars for storage enabling us to manouvre the TT into our back garden.
Boy is it big,when fully opened we could of had a party inside.However there was work to be done to make it ours and enjoy the space.Firstly the hubby fitted an EHU followed by a water tap.Carpets and sofa were snapped up in local camping shops.Extra pegs and Delta's were purchased this is a lot of canvas to protect.
Finally we were ready,just one thing remained a quick trial away locally to check if it's fully waterproof.
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| Conway Mirage TT |
Love it or Hate it !
OK so the parents have been happy to let us store Lincoln at their home.We have spent many weekends working on Lincoln to achieve that cosy home from home that is safe to be on the roads.The parents have been active in the way that they have thrown ideas into the mix and have genuinely been pleased for us.
The parents are in there early 60's but were still quite active.Dad has been retired for nearly 5 years and has now decided to stop dead in his tracks,much to mother's disapproval.
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We ask them to join us for a weekend away.Now mum is up for it in a flash and usually discusses everything with dad before committing to anything,not this time."Go ahead book us in too"is mum's response.
We set about buying an annexe to give us extra sleeping room,book a site for the four of us for Jubilee Weekend in the hopes that there will be plenty on around ab-out's to please everyone.
The site we chose is Wild Rose http://www.harrisonholidays.com/accommodation/touring-and-camping.html
Visit's to the parents are still full of the joys of camping.The list of what they have in the way of camp bed etc. gets talked to the bone.Everyone is excited about the trip and busy trying to organize some sort of itinerary so we see as much as possible .
D-Day arrives and as we pull into the parents drive way.We are greeted by mum at the door.The look on her face says it all,they've had words!
"Dad is still in bed" she reports," he's not into camping or anything else" she adds as she slams the front door closed behind us.
We raise eyebrows to each other just as dad enters the room wearing a large grin on his face.A quick cup of tea drank in silence and we are ready for the off,parents too.
What have we let our selves in for....... What should of been a weekend away for great laughs and days out with those closest to you, is about to become a weekend of walking on eggshells playing piggy in the middle.Not to mention they had both agreed to come along with us for a week in August to Scotland,a payback for their help and looking after Lincoln.
Thankfully they were traveling in their own car as they wanted to bring their own camp gear.Though they have never camped they do seem to have amassed quite a collection.By the time we reached the motorway services at Scotch Corner they seemed to have sorted themselves out.
Or so we thought!
To cut a long mood filled weekend short,Dad did everything in his power to disrupt the itinerary,the sleeping arrangements,food menu's you name it he found cause for complaint or delay.
Mum however tried her best to ignore his blatant attempts to ruin the weekend.
Glad to be home and having second thoughts about Scotland,we delayed visiting the parents hoping things would revert to normal.
When we did visit however we were shocked to hear from other family members just how much Dad had really enjoyed it.
Mum confirmed that they would not be joining us for Scotland.Relief washed over us, though tinged with sadness that we couldn't enjoy a holiday away with them both.
The parents are in there early 60's but were still quite active.Dad has been retired for nearly 5 years and has now decided to stop dead in his tracks,much to mother's disapproval.
.
We ask them to join us for a weekend away.Now mum is up for it in a flash and usually discusses everything with dad before committing to anything,not this time."Go ahead book us in too"is mum's response.
We set about buying an annexe to give us extra sleeping room,book a site for the four of us for Jubilee Weekend in the hopes that there will be plenty on around ab-out's to please everyone.
The site we chose is Wild Rose http://www.harrisonholidays.com/accommodation/touring-and-camping.html
Visit's to the parents are still full of the joys of camping.The list of what they have in the way of camp bed etc. gets talked to the bone.Everyone is excited about the trip and busy trying to organize some sort of itinerary so we see as much as possible .
D-Day arrives and as we pull into the parents drive way.We are greeted by mum at the door.The look on her face says it all,they've had words!
"Dad is still in bed" she reports," he's not into camping or anything else" she adds as she slams the front door closed behind us.
We raise eyebrows to each other just as dad enters the room wearing a large grin on his face.A quick cup of tea drank in silence and we are ready for the off,parents too.
What have we let our selves in for....... What should of been a weekend away for great laughs and days out with those closest to you, is about to become a weekend of walking on eggshells playing piggy in the middle.Not to mention they had both agreed to come along with us for a week in August to Scotland,a payback for their help and looking after Lincoln.
Thankfully they were traveling in their own car as they wanted to bring their own camp gear.Though they have never camped they do seem to have amassed quite a collection.By the time we reached the motorway services at Scotch Corner they seemed to have sorted themselves out.
Or so we thought!
To cut a long mood filled weekend short,Dad did everything in his power to disrupt the itinerary,the sleeping arrangements,food menu's you name it he found cause for complaint or delay.
Mum however tried her best to ignore his blatant attempts to ruin the weekend.
Glad to be home and having second thoughts about Scotland,we delayed visiting the parents hoping things would revert to normal.
When we did visit however we were shocked to hear from other family members just how much Dad had really enjoyed it.
Mum confirmed that they would not be joining us for Scotland.Relief washed over us, though tinged with sadness that we couldn't enjoy a holiday away with them both.
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| Mum enjoying the celebrations |
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