Poland – A storm in a campsite

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• July 29, 2016
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Calm after the storm

Fishing on the lake

We headed off on Monday morning with over 6000 miles under our belt, heading for our tenth country, Poland. We crossed the border, and one only knows this, by the presence of  dilapidated buildings on both sides of the road which were presumably the checkpoint  in the days before Schengen, and headed  for the nearest supermarket to stock up our depleted supplies. Getting out of the van we were hit by the intense heat and humidity and in the supermarket we were hit by rows and rows of sausages; every type and size of sausage you can possibly imagine and a few beyond even the most creative imagination. This was almost surpassed by the many rows of differing brands of vodka. As Pawel, the Polish technician at Willowcroft, text to me “sausage, vodka and sunshine what more you do you need?’. Having stocked up we headed for the Masurian Lakelands to the north of Poland. It the Polish equivalent to the Lake District without the hills.  The campsite was packed with families and children but we managed to get a site next to the lake, in fact so close we could almost fish out of the van window. Having lunch under the awning the heat and humidity increased, the sky darkened and we could hear the rumble of thunder in the distance. Before you could say sausage and vodka a tremendous storm hit the campsite almost a tornado. Graeme grabbed the awing which was just about to fly away whilst I hastily

tried to wind in the awning. We both were drenched and within seconds the campsite started to flood, being next to the lake we watched with concern and the waters started to rise. The storm passed as did the feared conversion from van to ark. People started coming out of tents and camper vans to examine the damage, a few awnings were attached to different vans and the whole site was one giant puddle. The site owner said she had never experienced such a storm in the 25 years she had owned the site.