Back on track

We were away in the caravan last weekend for the second time in a row.
Why? You may ask. Isn’t that a little strange.
Well its just the way things worked out.
We were away this weekend because it was the annual village carnival. It is now held on the football field adjacent to the cricket field that out garden backs onto.
It used to be a village Rose Fete and was a nice gentle affair with dancing troops, white elephant stalls etc. until it was hijacked and turned into the village carnival.
Now it is a drunken shouting at 2 and 3 am brash fairground type affair. Complete with beer tent and extra loud disco.
We find the best thing is to get away and then we can have a decent nights sleep.
It’s a bit of a bugger when we are forced out of our own home……but it is only once a year.