All those three post days have taken their toll. I’m up to date, with nothing to write about.
Except Mrs RM’s new campervan.
Bye bye, giant Adria.
And hello, slimline campercar.
About a third the size, so Mrs RM will have no excuse for not driving this down narrow Cornish lanes while I panic.
The benefit of this campercar is that it will fit under those low barriers that councils selfishly put in car parks and slot into normal spaces in service stations.
It’ll also slot into your drive, so if you live next door to a GBG pub I haven’t visited yet* please feel free to let us park at your house and make us bacon sandwiches in the morning.
I’m particularly looking for someone who lives next door to the Crown & Anchor on Holy Island.
Mrs RM has promised me she’s cutting down on her 156 hour weeks so we can visit parts of the
GBG UK we’ve missed so far, like Stranraer, from where we can take the new Boris Bridge to Ireland.
And of course, Claddach Kirkibost (a minor character on Hitchhikers Guide to Galaxy) now calls.
Sadly, Wales and the Marches look a bit off the agenda this weekend due to the wet stuff, but the days of coughing up £30+ on a grotty B&B are hopefully over.
NB Bets are still offered on when my battered Aygo will conk out as it approaches the double century.
*preemptive ticks also considered