Don’t get me wrong, we have had holiday disasters before. There was the three days in Bruges when we arrived in the freezing rain at dusk to find the B and B shut and locked. There was the weekend in Amsterdam, where on our arrival we found the hotel had given our room away and had no more beds. And then there was the long weekend in Rome when I came down with a horrible flu/cold on the journey there.
But this latest adventure really takes the biscuit.
I had sooo been looking forward to this holiday – a whole week away in a cottage down on the Dorset coast. Instead of rushing around trying to see everything in a weekend, we would have time to sit back and smell the roses/daffodils (it’s spring here, no roses yet). Plenty of time to visit museums, gentle fossicking for fossils on the beaches, drives in the countryside to see beautiful scenery.
We really should have stayed home and just dreamed about it, it would have saved a lot of grief..
It started on the trip down – with the brakes failing on the car, by the time we pulled into the services there was smoke pouring from the back tire and we had absolutely no idea why. The brakes had been sorted recently and although the tire was burning hot, it was still in one piece. Parked with the hood up we attracted the attention of various helpful, kind people and were about to limp our way to a garage in Chepstow when a man came up and informed us that he’d had experience of this sort of thing before and that we would find that after the car had a rest that it would be fine. And guess what? He was right. We started on our journey again – the brakes worked and the smoke stopped and we made it to our destination with no further trouble.
Till we got there..
We were stood talking to the lovely lady who had showed us around our cottage, the dogs were in the car – all excited and leaping about, it was time to unpack and show them their accommodation for the week – except wait – we can’t, in their excitement the dogs had trodden on the door lock and locked themselves and the keys in the car… excellent.
We had to smash the window to get in and get them out..
But wait folks, there’s more..
We then preceded to have three lovely days, fossil hunting, admiring the scenery, strolling the streets of Lyme Regis and Bridport and drinking the odd pint of lovely local beer. And then it was Tuesday.
Mr T dropped me off in Bridport and he and the dogs went to the beach for a amble. We had arranged to meet at a certain time and we would have a lovely lunch in town before maybe, another spot of fossiling. So I was surprised to find him leaning out of the car and yelling for me, half and hour earlier than had been arranged.
Charlie, our beautiful Pomeranian boy was in Bridport vets in an oxygen tent, with a broken leg. Instead of following Mr T and Toastie down to the beach he had wandered unnoticed up the cliff path and fallen about four metres, probably hitting himself on the rocks on the way down, and ramming sand into his eyes when he hit the ground.
His leg was so badly broken that the Bridport vets said they couldn’t do any thing for it and his x-rays were sent through to our vets in Hay-on-Wye who have a visiting orthopedic vet who said he would try to fix it.
Home we went, Charlie splinted and bandaged and carefully held on my lap. He had his operation on Friday and it is going to take around three months to recover. He has drops for his eye that was badly scratched, antibiotics, painkillers and a crate which he is supposed to be confined to, none of which he is inclined to enjoy but the worst part is that he is not allowed any exercise apart from very brief forays (5 mins) outside to toilet. Have you ever tried to keep a Pomeranian quiet and calm? Let alone, poo on demand during his five minutes outside? It is a trial believe me.
We had no pet insurance so having started the holiday with a small amount of savings, we are now so deeply in debt to the vets that we will still be paying for it in nine months time.
All the holidays that I mentioned in my first paragraph turned out well and made good stories, but I’m afraid I am struggling to see the light in this one. If I can’t keep Charlie from knocking his leg about there is the chance that it will not heal properly and he will have to have it amputated.
I am grateful that Charlie is alive and that we had a few days at least of enjoyment but still..
No more holidays for a while.