Quite nervously took our new MH out for the first time during the week, two days on the Northumberland coast not too far from the Scottish Borders where we live. Spent the day at Lindisfarne and stayed the night nearby on a farm with five hardstands with EHU. Fabulous, we loved every minute! First night we didn’t go anywhere near the Thetford toilet due to ignorance and a sneaking suspicion that it might have teeth. Managed to overcome this the next day and wondered what the all fuss was about.
Climbing into the driver’s seat I managed to bang my head on the over cab bed. You might think having done this once that would cure me. Not so, I persevered and did it so many times that I can’t remember anything that happened during the 1970’s. My better half suggested that I put the folding work top next to the bed away as I would do the same with this during the night. Wasn’t going to be told and lost the 1980’s sometime later. Stood on and destroyed my specs when trying to top-up the tyres with air. Despite all this I can’t wait to do it again, parking the MH overlooking Cocklawburn Beach (which we found by chance) was a real highlight. I understand that you aren’t supposed to wild camp in England but we were tidy, respectful and left early the next morning.
There was one final catastrophe, we almost made it all the way home before the pot of leftover bolognaise which had been stored on top of the worktop obeyed the laws of physics and gravity to end up on the floor, wall and mostly the carpet. Any irritation was outweighed by smugness that this episode had nothing to do with me. Looking forward to a longer and more adventurous outing soon and I’m pretty sure the smell of garlic and tomatoes will disappear in a year or two.
Climbing into the driver’s seat I managed to bang my head on the over cab bed. You might think having done this once that would cure me. Not so, I persevered and did it so many times that I can’t remember anything that happened during the 1970’s. My better half suggested that I put the folding work top next to the bed away as I would do the same with this during the night. Wasn’t going to be told and lost the 1980’s sometime later. Stood on and destroyed my specs when trying to top-up the tyres with air. Despite all this I can’t wait to do it again, parking the MH overlooking Cocklawburn Beach (which we found by chance) was a real highlight. I understand that you aren’t supposed to wild camp in England but we were tidy, respectful and left early the next morning.
There was one final catastrophe, we almost made it all the way home before the pot of leftover bolognaise which had been stored on top of the worktop obeyed the laws of physics and gravity to end up on the floor, wall and mostly the carpet. Any irritation was outweighed by smugness that this episode had nothing to do with me. Looking forward to a longer and more adventurous outing soon and I’m pretty sure the smell of garlic and tomatoes will disappear in a year or two.
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