We'd been camping at this site with no name for about three days before we noticed its quirks. We only found the place because these bloody middle-of-nowhere country roads twist and turn like they were designed by a drunk with a crayon - not to mention the fact that none of the signposts have arrows or anything to indicate where anywhere is!
So of course we got lost.
There are eight other caravans here, ones that we now think might be abandoned but seemed to be occupied when we first arrived. We're all spread out in a field with little clumps of trees dotted about that do nothing to cover the horse shite dotted about in generous amounts.
We still haven't seen the horse responsible but there's always a steaming fresh pile somewhere.
The owners are friendly enough, claimed that most of the caravans there were family members who were staying over or other lost tourists. It sort of explained the bowl full of keys beside their front door/reception area but we all left feeling just a little bit off without being able to place why.
So as I said, three days in we began to notice little oddities.
The other caravans shifted about like people were moving inside but we never saw or heard them. The lights flickered on towards the evening and off at sunset, regular as clockwork. We never smelled any food coming from them (and any kind of cooking clings to the inside of a caravan for weeks on end, they generally smell like some kind of take-out) nor saw anything being delivered.
Come to think of it, the take-out guy who came refused to go further than the front gate.
He made excuses about new shoes, busy deliveries in remote villages and the weather (cloudy with a chance of more cloud). At the time we believed him but now we're starting to understand it all. Now that we've caught glimpses of the things that live underneath the caravans.
They've already dug beneath ours, we're hiding in the car and praying for an early sunrise.
So of course we got lost.
There are eight other caravans here, ones that we now think might be abandoned but seemed to be occupied when we first arrived. We're all spread out in a field with little clumps of trees dotted about that do nothing to cover the horse shite dotted about in generous amounts.
We still haven't seen the horse responsible but there's always a steaming fresh pile somewhere.
The owners are friendly enough, claimed that most of the caravans there were family members who were staying over or other lost tourists. It sort of explained the bowl full of keys beside their front door/reception area but we all left feeling just a little bit off without being able to place why.
So as I said, three days in we began to notice little oddities.
The other caravans shifted about like people were moving inside but we never saw or heard them. The lights flickered on towards the evening and off at sunset, regular as clockwork. We never smelled any food coming from them (and any kind of cooking clings to the inside of a caravan for weeks on end, they generally smell like some kind of take-out) nor saw anything being delivered.
Come to think of it, the take-out guy who came refused to go further than the front gate.
He made excuses about new shoes, busy deliveries in remote villages and the weather (cloudy with a chance of more cloud). At the time we believed him but now we're starting to understand it all. Now that we've caught glimpses of the things that live underneath the caravans.
They've already dug beneath ours, we're hiding in the car and praying for an early sunrise.
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