Sometimes its pants !.

Sometimes its pants !.

Owning a vw camper on our sceptre d isle is so pants at times , the rain the cold the traffic : it’s all too much some days , kids whinging , the Mrs wearing that look that says “ told you buying this was a bad idea ! “and then the wipers pack in but we soldier on in the vain hope that just around the corner the traffic will ease , the sky will clear and we will motor off into the wild blue yonder with windows open sun visors down and smiles on our faces .

In reality we know ( particularly this year ) that doesn’t happen very often and when it does we are usually at work looking forlornly at the tarmac shimmering , oh deep joy !.

We work all winter looking forward to this time of year , the sun the sea the beer on the beach and all that time to relax and soak up the rays , disappointment is a feeling we the hardy Brits hide well , we lose at football cricket and rugby , the sun doesn’t shine , the rain comes down in buckets but we put on a brave face and smile through gritted teeth .

Quite a few dubbers have enough faith in their vans to venture abroad to the guaranteed rays of France , Spain or even Italy , good luck i say , its expensive to get over the water and break downs -van and people can be expensive , you have to put up with all that foreign grub and get stitched up cos you don’t understand the language or the money , i am only joking i wish we had a vw worthy of a foreign trip .
On the brighter side when the sun does show its face our hols are transformed , we smile , spend , bathe , travel and enjoy with abandon , the beer tastes soo much better , the kids are a joy , the Mrs is relaxed and the sunsets make a fitting end to a lovely day .

When the old solari is beating down we can make plans , go to places we have always wanted to visit without being overladen with coats , brollys wellys and anything else that supposedly keeps out the rain , we can dress down , show our white bits , look silly in shorts and hats and jesus sandals with socks turned up halfway to our knee’s , we can finally achieve that sort after lobster look , we can spend evenings moaning of the sunburn and the Mrs can give you that other look “ i told you you would burn without a hat and sun cream !” ahh Bliss , or should that be - argh Blisters ?.

It is coming you know , it is on it’s way the old solari , the currant bun , the yellow smiler , soon , can’t say when exactly , don’t really know which year or decade , but its on its way and when it does , we will party , us on our own in our gardens , us together in our campers , or us on our own in our campers , it matters not so long as it comes soon , hopefully for next weekend and beyond .

And it will not be pants , it will be hot , hot , hot , heaven in England , barbi on the beach , portaloos at camperjam , the holidays are coming so is the sun , believe me its gonna be hot soon , hot pants !.

Its never pants when the suns out so lets all believe