Travels in a Tin Can

sort out the hookup for us. In essence, she was renting us the space between
two campsites, evidenced by the lack of room (we did fit but could not open
our doors properly) and by the fact that there were not any hookups for the
site. We would in fact be drawing power and water from the plots either side
of us by means of multi-plugs. Once the owner left we stood in shock for a
bit, and then went to look at the restrooms - not very nice - and swimming
pool - tiny. The decision to leave was a difficult one, as we had already paid,
but we went to talk to the owner. Mrs Breezy Pines did not seem surprised to
find we were unhappy, but suddenly announced she had four other sites to
offer us - and promptly kidnapped Emma aboard her golf cart and sped off (at
5 miles an hour) to the other available plots.
The first was again not a proper site, no hookups for the area itself, and
lots of vehicles already parked on it (‘Oh, I’ll get people to move them dear’).
The other three were in a nice shady part of the site, seemingly perfect but all
empty because the electricity supply was not working properly (‘Oh, its just
the connections dear’). Very tempting. Whilst giving Emma the guided tour of
her run-down domain, the manager admitted that she had given our reserved
site to a person who turned up that morning and wanted to stay two months -
charming! Needless to say, we asked for our money back and received it
without any hassle - but having wasted half a day driving there. We left
'Greasy Pines' - which going by the woman's accent was the correct
pronunciation for the site - and booked back into the previous campground,
wasting more of the day. Although this site had no hookups it did have a very
nice swimming pool and fortunately still had space when we returned in a foul
mood after our 'adventure'.