My regular reader will remember that I met a fellow female lone motorhomer on the ferry from Newhaven in October and that we nattered away for the whole of the crossing to Dieppe. Jo kindly invited me to pop in and see her at her Spanish adobe in Torrox if I was passing; I was, so I did. It seems that we still had loads to talk about; so we did … until 2 a.m. the first night. Last night I decided that as I had a long drive today I’d better get to bed a tad earlier; so I did … but not until after we’d decided that Jo will come and meet up with me for a few days in her Moho sometime early next year. So apart from nattering for Britain we walked, we talked, we ate, we talked, and we sat in the sun, talking. We had a great time.
Torrox is a lovely place, chocka with Brits … Brits abroad are just so much friendlier than Brits at home. In Torrox they all seem to know one another which necessitates stopping frequently to chat. P’raps all us Brits need is warmth and sunshine and you can throw the stereotypes away, or maybe we just mellow after retirement.
Torrox, where these …
develop into …
this pretty (weird) flower.
I’ve had a major falling out with Garmina today, p’raps she’s got the hump as I use her a lot less these days and frequently mute her nagging. She took me off the motorway one exit earlier than I expected but as I’ve never been to this site before, I obeyed. She then proceeded to overshoot the destination in a westerly direction before dropping me south and then back east. At least a 70 kilometre detour – and in the rain. I’m going to change her voice to a male one and call her Gary. At least then I can blame it all on a man!
Well, I have prepared the way for the Bezzies and am now at the Christmas destination waiting for them to arrive. (I’d hazard at least 80% Brit occupancy on this site.) The tree is decorated and Santa is sitting on the dashboard. Let the Season begin!
I’m now ensconced in Granada just a 6km bus ride from the Alhambra; to visit which I have a ticket for tomorrow.
My second week with Rosemary and John was a continuation of gastronomic delights but there were some challenging moments. We ate “out” and we ate “in”.
Out last Sunday was at a hotel and restaurant that R&J wanted to try out. We ordered starters and a main course each. Our large size starters arrived one at a time so we shared as you do, all were gorgeous. The only trouble was by the time our main courses arrived we had all eaten so much already none of us could take much more than a token taste. This was the too much lunch.
Tuesday was out to lunch at the house of some friends of R&J’s. We drew up at the front door to be met by a plaintive cry for help from our host. Our hostess had got up to greet us and tripped over; I took one look at the angle of her foot and shouted for the men to leave her on the floor. My diagnosis proved correct unfortunately, when after a two and a half hour wait for an ambulance to take her to the hospital, the X-ray showed she had a fractured neck of femur. Poor lady, she was incredibly brave, she was in great pain but me sitting beside her, holding her hand and encouraging deep breathing whilst we waited seemed to help a little. This was the no lunch, lunch.
Thursday was “out” to an Indian restaurant. It was absolutely excellent, almost up to the Hawelli, Twyford’s annual award winning standards! This was the just right lunch.
It was the paella party “in” on Friday that took the “lunch of the week prize”.
Paella for eight at R&J’s – cooked by R&J – brilliant.
My third patient of the year now has a new hip, is beginning to mobilise and should be home in a couple more days. Have a speedy recovery Bet!
Earlier this week I made the very long trip to meet up with The Bezzie to celebrate 50 years of friendship. She knows how much her friendship has meant and still means – I won’t labour the point.
We met at the station, travelled back to the Car Park to pick up R0X1 and LWD and got on the road. After a long and tiring drive we hooked up at Swiss Farm campsite. Now I don’t normally rave about sites, especially in this country, but this one really does match up with the best and that means as internationally as I get, which will increase, but more about that at a later date.
The staff were very friendly and welcoming, the necessaries were extremely clean and sweet smelling at all times, the site neat and well laid out with generously sized pitches, we were on a fully serviced pitch, fresh veg. from their own market garden available daily from a little honesty hut, heated swimming pool, free wifi, bar and cafe. As well as the usual motorhome services there was a machine the like of which I’ve not come across before – an automated toilet cassette emptier and cleaner. I’d’ve used it just for the giggle one of the pictures in the visual guide to use, a depiction of a neat pile of poo inside a cassette, gave me but actually used it twice once for the in use cassette and once for the spare (neither of which actually contained poo!!).
The cafe deserves a special mention. It’s really too good to be called a cafe. Once again the staff were very friendly, service was great and the food, admittedly not fine dining (but I wouldn’t have been eating there if it was), was fresh, tasty, beautifully cooked and I probably weigh half a stone more than I did on arrival – who wants to cook and then wash up when that quality is available at very reasonable price just 100 yards away.
An altogether brilliant couple of days, eating and drinking too much, a spot of walking and shopping, at all of which R and I excel!
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P.S. I exaggerated slightly about the journey – we went to Henley-on-Thames – all of seven miles away from the Car Park!!
It’s been a hectic few days. The Percys were observed shooting through, old friends were visited, Mandy, Paul and Dan, lovely to see you again after so long, and new campals were made in Barry, Anne and Sue. (Don’t believe anything any health professional tells you about recommended weekly units of alcohol, we keep the number low so that there’s plenty left on the shelves for us to purchase.) We were well into the wine when we discovered the reason we were all getting on so brilliantly had nothing to do with alcohol; Barry – GP; Anne (Barry’s wife) – Nurse; Sue – Nurse; Maggie – Nurse. Finally, on Monday evening LWD and I pitched up at BBs.
Sadly BB lost Sam, springer 13 yrs, a couple of weeks ago to kidney failure and I was a bit concerned how Sally, springer 12yrs, would react to being on her own with LWD. Sally has never been Daisy’s biggest fan, Sam and Daize always hit it off but Daize is usually a bit too excitable for Sal, however they’ve been brilliant together this past couple of days. LWD, which may be bit of a misnomer for her now, she’s developing more and more apricot patches as she matures (I use that term advisedly), first came across Frogs in France in May (who said “where else”?). She was somewhat startled but fascinated by them jumping. Here at the marina she’s not sure what to do with the plethora of Frogs jumping across the path during her evening walk but at least she doesn’t seem at all interested in eating their legs!
I asked BB if he could sort out my 12v electricity. The 12v feed is up near the ceiling and requires me to use a stool to reach the socket, the inverter has to sit on top of a cupboard which also requires me to stand on a stool to plug in an extension lead which then drapes untidily (and for any elves reading this, unsafely) from back to front of the van. I envisaged BB running cable from the 12v feed up, across the ceiling and forward to the desired spot with a socket at the end. Would he do that? Oh no … he, retired electrical whizz that he is … has wired directly from the leisure battery discretely under the floor to the inverter, now neatly tucked away out of sight, and at the mere flick of a fused switch, 12v comes into play when I’m off grid. I neither plug nor unplug anything and I don’t have to use a stool, and for that I will forgive him for dragging me all the way up to a chandlery near Nantwich, which had none of what he needed but just happened to be only a mile away from Snugburys ice cream shop (my regular reader may remember BB’s devotion to Snugburys ice cream from a previous post), only to find every electrical thingie he needed in a chandlery he’d “forgotten all about” not 10 miles away – I’m not a suspicious person but …
… mine was vanilla, sloe gin and damson (1 scoop) his was amaretto (2 scoops) and four tubs for the freezer!!) Yum.
Lovely few days in Torquay, good to spend time with J&B. The dreadful traffic and poor weather was a disappointment, but this is England in August…I’ve had to put the 4tog duvet away and break out the 9tog. I draw the line at long sleeved t-shirts tho’. I will be wrapped up warm tonight with my head through the roof light hoping for a good view of the Percy’s. The sky is clear at the moment and I’m on a farm campsite so light pollution shouldn’t be too bad.
I’m in Somerset, was hoping to catch up with The Boys in Glastonbury tomorrow but they’re away early to London, hopefully we’ll catch up in September before I cross over once more. On to Wales to see more friends before heading for the Blue Buzzard and her “not my birthday captain”, BB.
Final health bulletin on my patient for anyone wondering; not only did Rosemary survive my rusty nursing skills, she has made a full recovery! She saw the consultant earlier this week and is now full weight bearing and is to walk as much as possible. She’s also allowed to swim but only if the water temp is above 31℃ – that’ll not be a problem then, it was 29-30ᴼ when I was there.
Arriving home from the hospital appointment, after what I’m sure must’ve seemed an eternity dependant on others, Rosemary celebrated her new found mobility in style – by walking up the steps that caused the damage! I’d’ve also kicked them (gently) for good measure …
The last night in France for a while was spent on an Aire 27kms outside Dieppe. The weather had obligingly turned cooler to prepare LWD and I for t’other side climate. The trip to t’other side was unexceptional but the welcome home was anything but! Literally neighbours threw open their windows to shout greetings and had “my girlies” K, L and E hugged me any harder I would now be as tall and thin as a Pepperami! I felt like a superstar. The Smart One played it cool for a little while (he’s interrupted a stay at his Dad’s to greet Grandma) but he soon swapped his (almost) teenage toughness for a good cuddle.
Too much excitement had me waking at 3am. By 4am sneaking into the flat to grab my computer and compose a blog I discovered K also wide awake and suffering from overexcitement. We had a mug of decaff and a bit of a natter. Travelling is great but coming home again is fantastic – and I’ve still got J&B and BB to hug!
Much of my time here has been spent practicing, amongst other tasks, the old nursing arts of bed bathing, bed panning, and bandaging(compression needed on the haematoma). Rosemary was also Westminster Hospital trained, but we were there at different times, so we’ve been recounting horror stories and giggling like mad about our times doing ‘proper’ nurse training. And on seeing the perfect lines of my immaculate toe to knee bandaging (with no hole at the heel) we decided that Sister Tutor would be proud.
Yesterday was a Big Day. Rosemary played the Get Out of Bed Free card and with John (who, not to be outdone, is now sporting a massive haematoma on his big toe after dropping a concrete duck on it) and I assisting she literally hopped from bed to wheelchair. My impatient patient, despite my previous words of caution, announced she wanted to visit the veranda. I wouldn’t say it to her face – she can read it instead – but the resultant vasovagal attack (big drop in blood pressure as she’d been on her back for over a month) was entirely foreseeable and entirely to be expected; but only by me, my warnings had been forgotten in the excitement … She has now agreed to a slower approach and will be sitting up in bed x3 for 1/2 an hour each today, prior to a further attempt at sitting beside the bed for 5 minutes tomorrow. As she said to me this morning about the episode – it wasn’t the break that was the problem, it was the altitude!!!