Weevilstepmother

As you know, Tallboy and I have covered several hundred miles up and down motorways in the past week. My abiding impression of these trips, if we ignore the moronic driving of many of those with whom we shared the road, was the caravans. Hundreds of the things, they emerge blinking for their annual trip to Devon, are lovingly hosed down by their doting owners, hitched up to the car and off!

It's fair to say that many of the caravans we spotted were being towed by recovery vehicles, as the cars that had been towing them had given up the unequal struggle on the hard shoulder. Nothing as spectacular as the time when we were passing a caravan one night and the axle broke, showering us with sparks. My favourite game with caravans is name-spotting. They are always called a name which implies derring-do and just a hint of naughtiness. Like Marauder, or Buccaneer. Most apposite, then.

This week's time-waster is also a caravan game. I thought it rather fitting in the holiday season. It's a simple idea, you have to reverse the caravan into the parking bay in the quickest possible time. See if you can beat my best score of never actually having been able to do it.

You need to scroll down the page a little to get to the game. Instructions (for non-Francophones) are simple: click Play to start, use the arrows on your keyboard to manoeuvre the car using up and down for forwards and back, and left and right to turn the steering wheel. If you liked this, there are many others to play including parallel parking and driving on ice.

So dust off the towbar and stick that silly extra mirror on the side of your car, it's time for Pepere a la Plage.