Getting to 70mph, eeeeek!

One of our first long-distance journeys in Trevor was to Norwich for my cousin's wedding.  We were booked into the same campsite as my folks but had to get there by 8pm before the gates were shut for the night. Leaving after work, we knew we were going to be pushing it and by the time we got to the outskirts of Norwich it was quarter to 8.

Not wanting to have to pitch in a layby for the night, the Husband put his foot down and Trevor managed to rattle up to 70mph on the Norwich Bypass!  I was terrified but thank goodness, nothing blew up or fell off and we screeched round the corner of the campsite driveway bang on 8pm and got in - result!


It was quite a posh little Caravan Club site, so our van looked only everso slightly *cough* out of place *cough*.  Here it is in situ, later in the night after I'd had a few vinos to calm down!