Eurotrip 3, 2015 Day Minus 1…

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Despite the lack of organisation, we decided to head to the Caravan Club site at Rookesbury the day before the ferry crossing to Bilbao.

Thinking behind this is that we can only extract the Van from our house with the motor mover and any problems would give us a half day to sort out.

Everything was looking good for a mid afternoon hitch-up and arrival at Rookesbury before rush hour. That is until disaster struck.

In the frantic speed to move the van, I hit my head sharply on a high fence.

The scene was like an extract from Game of Thrones. Mo was fantastic trying to stem the bleeding – described as Vesuvius. Anyhow, during the call to 999 the bleeding slowed enough for Mo to drive me to A&E, the 999 call handler probably still looking for the answer to question 42.

At this point I was shirtless and bloodied with my favourite T Shirt firmly attached to my head.

The visit to hospital and A&E lasted just 1 hour.  The decision not to don a shirt and covered in blood ensured rapid attention. I asked the consultant if they prioritised head injuries but apparently the real reason was to get rid of the half naked bloody man from reception! Mind you, the consultant was an absolute star.

Six stitches and a kit for Mo to extract them in 10 days to avoid paying a Spanish doctor. I actually feel like the caravanner equivalent of a Wharfedale Rugby player. Patched up and ready to give all for the cause.

We finally arrived at Rookesbury just before 8 and busy writing the blog from a local hostelry which has some appropriate analgesia and wifi. No EE signal around here…

Hopefully that’s the bad luck over…