living in a motorhome

August 30, 2013

for five fantastic, furious nites we flew from london to andover, stongehenge, bath, cardiff, stirling, burghead, edinburgh, buxton and back to london in a hired motorhome.  i loved the trip, i loved my new family that i either met for the first time or got to know more, i loved the places we got to see (albeit very quickly), i loved taking percy and tally (despite some meltdowns) and i loved doing it all with paul.

i categorily did not love doing it in a motorhome!  perhaps if it was your own motorhome and you had tricked it out the way that suits you it might be ok.  but that broken piece of crap that we hired?  no, i don’t think so.

i admit it was convenient to have a tincy wincy kitchen and something approximating a bathroom along for the ride.  however the bathroom was just too small and it stank no matter how we cleaned it and emptied the toilet cartridge.  and driving those suckers is scary!  we specifically got the smallest one we reasonably could that could still sleep the four of us, and it was still enormous feeling.  i can’t really complain on the driving front tho because paul did all the driving.  i’ve neglected to learn to drive a manual transmission. (not that i care; i don’t drive a car for the experience of moving my arms and legs, i drive to see what’s along the way and to get somewhere).  nearly every rental vehicle of whatever sort, in the uk, is a manual.

on two mornings, when we wanted to vamoose quickly to get to the next destination it was nice to leave the kids asleep in the back and drive off.  (illegal i’m sure and potentially very dangerous.)  one morning i climbed in with them and actually fell back asleep until paul pulled up at a roadside stop adjacent to a river, in the lakes district, for breakfast.  it was perfect.  he drove for an extra three hours, out of our way, just because i said i wanted to visit the lakes district.  after breakfast we went wading in the river.  it was quite fast flowing tho, and pretty cool, so no all-in swimming.  this is something you can’t do staying in hotels.  pulling up where you please, when you please…  i suppose there are advantages to motorhome holidays.

motorhomes in the uk are freaky when you get off the highways.  the little byways and lanes are the pretty places… oh my, did we see some pretty places!  postcard perfect views and vistas, old pubs and homes covered in vines and flowers, tumbling streams, fluffy black-faced sheep, steep tree-less hills, mirror lakes, castles, manor homes, follies, stone walls as far as the eye could see…  i’m in love.  but those little lanes are often lined with those dang stone walls, or tall, thick hedges, only a few centimetres from where the bitumen ends.  hence no room for error, or moving over when an even bigger motorhome or truck comes the other way!  i think paul did admirably well not requiring a change of underpants on more than one occasion.

once we’re back on oz i’d really like to take a few months and go round and thru and over our home country.  quite possibly a 4wd motorhome would be a great option to do this in.  even the smaller lanes in australia aren’t hemmed in like the british ones.  plus we could get an auto transmission one more easily i suspect, and hence share the driving.  this is a long term plan tho.  we’ll be well broke once home, and have a house to build…  hmmmm.  plus i’d like percy and tally to be a couple of years older, so they can appreciate our wide brown land and all its myriad inhabitants.  and that getting a few months off school is a big deal!

ok, i certainly couldn’t live happily in a motorhome but perhaps i could holiday in one, in the right circumstances, again.

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