It's supposed to be a camping and caravan site but over the years has morphed into something more. Men who work away from home (that being where the women are) rent caravans during the week to keep their costs down. The price list shows the monthly rate and there are lots of vans parked advertising plumbing or construction services on the sides. But in their time away they have clearly learned some new skills as delicious aromas waft around the site. except being men they never think to invite a solitary hungry camper like me to come and share.
Actually , there is a woman on the site. A very pretty one. We met last night. I was taking a shower when the lights went out, leaving just the faint emergency bulb.
I am not using a towel at the moment as it is difficult to get dry when the sun goes down. Hence my new strategy is to rub off excess water and pull on my T-shirt and shorts but since it was getting late in the evening even those may prove difficult to dry. So I thought that if I danced around a bit then I'd soon get dry and could then get dressed. It all sounds a bit Isadora Duncan-like but needs must.
The trouble is that you cannot do this in the confines of a shower cubicle . So I ventured out. It seemed a risk worth taking. What was the worst that could happen? That was when we met as she came through the door. Luckily she had the sense to withdraw from whence she came. Now I think that she was surprised but then my eyesight isn't too good when I shower without my glasses. I just hope that hers was equally poor at that critical moment.
I saw her a few minutes later when the lights came back on and she returned to shower herself. I won't read anything into that other than to say that clearly she hadn't been put off.
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