Sunday 28 September 2014

Caister Soul Weekender 2014

A weekend in Great Yarmouth at the Vauxhall Holiday Camp


Mums on Tour go east to Caister-on-Sea for two days of northern soul, dancing in uncomfortable heels, late night chips with curry sauce (or mushy peas - minted or otherwise) and lots of sweeping in the caravan.  Thanks to Jodie for driving Marguerite, Pippa and I there and back and for having a car that fitted all of our luggage. We arrived at the Vauxhall Holiday Camp just in time for dinner.  Not wanting to eat chips and mushy peas for 2 days in a row we decided on the first restaurant that we found only to discover it was a little bit posher than we had planned for.  The food was delicious and the Greek Cypriot Nutritionist host was charming.  We managed to get back to the camp as Alison and Helen arrived  and we all set off into the thick of the dance.  Not having quite enough stamina to keep going beyond 2am we turned in.
After a fry up on Saturday morning a group of us went into the metropolis of Great Yarmouth.  The taxi set us down outside what must be one of the world's less interesting visitor attractions 
Scroby Sands Wind Farm Visitor Centre.  
The allure of this attraction failed to draw us in and we went for a stroll on the beach instead where Marguerite had a paddle and my introduction to Great Yarmouth was a flabby man doing pushups and alternating swigs of whiskey and coke from two bottles they were sharing.  We walked around the and saw an interesting mix of people who seem to have a propensity for stealing restaurant menus if the behaviour of the staff at the Swoosh Cafe Bar is anything to go by.   We gave up looking for a cash machine that didn't charge and headed back to the caravan.

Preparations for the big night started with included lots of hair curling and positioning of berets.  No tour would be complete without Marguerites cleavage putting in an appearance.
Getting ready to go out is sometimes the best part of the evening, great company - and its really hard to curl your own hair.
The transformation took a while and a few bottles of fizz but French Resistance got it's six new recruits and we made it out on time.








Helen had a little mishap with the curling iron so Alison took over while Helen ran her burned fingers under the tap.








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