Week Three starts here

 Went to my van bed very comfy and cosy last night, tucked up listening to my Audible book (James Naughty reading his novel A Spy Across the Water), with the eclectic blanket on, but woke at about 2am drenched in sweat. I do hope that's the last time I forget to turn the blanket off, but I can't of course guarantee it. Duh.

Nevertheless I then slept well and woke quite late to a glorious sunny morning, weather app on phone showing 7 degrees, with just a few showers expected. Made coffee in the van, after a lovely hot shower, but fancied more. The Stables does breakfast from 10am (I think), but on the advice of camp reception I walked up to the main road without even an outer jacket, and had a bacon roll at the cafe in the enormous garden centre at the corner of the drive down to the camp.

I spent much of the day reorganising the storage in the van and setting up the dashcam system for the onward travels. I collected my wee Amazon delivery from reception (a remote bluetooth controller). While I was there I saw a vast array of envelopes ready for incoming residents, and learned there would be 64 (yes, 64) new arrivals today alone. Assuming that would mean the Stables would be heaving tonight I went up before 7pm to ensure I could get a seat and a meal, which worked out well. It was as busy as expected. I had chile con carne, and my usual Backing Blue IPA, and watched the whole of The Godfather (original first episode) on my laptop. I need to get packed ready for my taxi booked for 8am to town, dressed ready for Scotland's 1230 kickoff. 🤞🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 Night night.