This was the scene yesterday. I was by the sea and swam in warm gentle waves. I read some of Wolf Hall and sat with bare arms and legs enjoying what might be my last swim this year. It was glorious.
And today about the same time this is what I am looking at. Tommy’s first wet walk.
Everything changes. The leaves that are green turn to brown. Enjoy it all as much you can. It’s over far too quickly.
And while I am on this theme.
Off now to watch Strictly with my daughter, stir ( and eat) some risotto and help put the boys to bed.
It’s Labour day, sorry Labor Day, so we’re holed up here on an industrial campsite, and waiting to move on to Lake Placid from where we’ll travel over to Vermont.
Time for a review.
John is enjoying this hugely. He loves this machine, the vehicle: getting gas is an adventure, propane more so. Emptying its many tanks and hooking up. (Praise God for hook up.) He enjoys mastering its ins and out. He loves devouring the miles and the vastness of the landscape. There is no end to his wonder and joy at the novelty of things American.
Me, well, I don’t want to spell it out but think of Christmas.
******* and joy.
Actually I will spell it out. I’d like a bit more comfort. It’s ok but I am sleeping on a 4’ vinyl covered mattress and washing up in a square bowl in a round sink. Great metaphor. Enough said. The bathroom is adequate. It will do when you’re on the road or when you’re desperate. I have had one shower in it, after the wedding in an attempt to rinse away motion sickness and a hangover and it didn’t really help. What helped was lots of nice strong coffee and several slices of pound cake and not being inside a wobbly, mostly plastic truck.
So now I use campground amenities and take my lenses out. To be fair the cubicles are clean-ish but it’s not home is it? And girls these days do a lot of grooming.
Also I am of average build but when I am squeezing my way round the door of the loo I wonder at people who are more ‘traditionally built’ as Mma Ramwotse has it. How do they manage? Perhaps they do something clever with baby wipes.
More reviewing. Five useful things on this trip.
- Meet my new best friend. Her name is May – Belle and she has saved our marriage. John and I have set up a convenient ménage a trois and it works well. Had she not been around I would have jumped off this bus long ago. (Thank you Mr and Mrs Read for your advice). She’s available whenever you need her and doesn’t pull a face when you ignore her instructions. She never sulks and seems quite happy to live in her drawer when John and I want alone time.
- Those marvellous re-sealable plastic bags: another nod to the Reads. I was a little sniffy about them to begin with. they seem so un-ecofriendly but they have saved my bacon in keeping bread fresh, marinating chicken and many other domestic uses which I shan’t bore you with.
- A huge KFC bucket. This RV does not have a bin. John and I foolishly ordered a KFC of immense proportions early on and we made a valiant effort to finish it but couldn’t. I did like the ‘biscuits’ – what we call call scones I reckon. Some of those lived inside a resealable bag for a few days and I ate most of them with Nutella. Yum. Long after the meal has become a distant and greasy memory the bucket lives on lined with the many plastic bags they hand out everywhere.
- Avon Skin So Soft with jojoba. I don’t know who told me about this. Mum maybe? But it’s brilliant. We have camped by rivers and lakes and no bites so far. It even smells ok. John can keep his Deet.
- My velcro sandals. They are supremely comfortable and have seen me down Ohiopyle rapids and through many a grubby shower.
Things I brought I didn’t need.
- Hair-straightners. What was I thinking of? My hairdryer works at about 30% capacity so I may as well run through the trees and not bother with styling. As you can tell from the photos my dear husband has uploaded to FB.
- Make–up. Likewise. Although I am using a tiny bottle of Miss Dior which Helen bought me. I love it. It smells of civilisation, not woodsmoke.
- A rather swish long dress. Why? It’s screwed up under my tshirts waiting for the promise of a hotel at the end of this trip.
I realise this sounds a tad bilious. I am writing it for those who are watching and wondering about making the investment in such a vehicle. Ours is a basic model. We have not been invited in to visit our superior neighbours. If I get inside a luxury model (the weather will have to break first) I’ll let you know how they do it. In some style I’ll bet.