Onto another field with an attractive river alongside. I am paying about £4 a night for these sights, which isn’t bad, all things considered. I go to bed early as I feel exhausted.
So today is about summing up so far and while I wait for the butternut squash to soften into soup potential in a pan, I shall tell you what I have learned along this part of the way.
Buying this motorhome is my absolute dream come true and I love my ‘adult wendy house’. I had to plan carefully what I was to put in it and what to leave out. I have wanted to travel without agenda for so many years I still feel a little surreal doing it. I realize that for the first few weeks it is going to feel weird and lots of things that I have brought along cannot be used yet, but in a few weeks time I am seriously oop North and will need that extra fleece blanket I move from the bed to the sofa to the chair. Also, were I to do this with company I would probably spend more time outdoors in the evening, instead of sitting researching and writing. However, that is the point of this I suppose. As I write that I can see in my mind that when I get to the coast I may feel differently. It's something about the hemmed in feeling I get when I am surrounded by mountains.
I pause for amazing soup, and a nutty roll. See, this is the benefit of this vehicle, it can do everything I want it to do, shower not-with-standing, except wake me up with a cup of Earl Grey.
Today’s top tip. When you enter a field and assess the level with the naked eye, drive up to it and check it out from various angles with your triangular dual spirit level to see where the corners need lifting. Get the most even spot and if you have to use your chocks make sure you have not rolled across a fresh cow pat and coated your wheels. Plastic chocks tend to slip straight off again with a huge bumpety slide to the side, that is if you can even reverse up them to start with. When you get to the gate of a farm, stop and listen with the window down. The animal noises might give a hint to what kind of scat might await. I cannot imagine how a cow even got into this bit as barbed wire fence is everywhere, but bit’s of it founds it’s way onto my tyres…Su’s world!!