Change of plans (# 42,969)

My regular reader may remember bullet point 4 in a previous blog, “Adjustments” when I declared that a smaller Moho would be in my travelling future.

Several months and a restful, well since I finished the unpacking and sorting it’s been restful, period of reflection back in the West Country and I find that I have absolutely no desire to sell R0X1 and downsize. I will however, bear in mind time constraints on my breakdown insurance abroad to ensure no further “Arrogant Macho Peacock”  occurrences; which experience knocked my confidence sufficiently to cause all the self doubts I’d been having, well that and a four and a half month bout of sinusitis.

The sinusitis ended very abruptly one morning in September when on getting out of bed I suddenly had a moment of dizziness and nausea. I controlled it, sorted The Smart One out for school and then went back upstairs to bed as I felt decidedly unwell. After a violent bout of vomiting the dizziness cleared and I felt better. A few days later I realised my sinuses had been pain-free for over 72 hours without sniffing drugs … and nary a twinge since. 🎶Halleluja! Now that my sinuses are pain free, Halleluja! Halleluja! Halle-e – lu-ja!🎶 (with a chorus of apologies to G F Handel)

The parts for R0X have been sitting in her underpart patiently waiting to be fitted. I’ve found a garage in Langport, the owner of which is very friendly and he and his wife have done some serious motorhoming; R0X will be having her new back corner and grey wastepipe fitted there, along with an MOT and service at a reasonable price in just a few weeks . And of course she’ll have to have a little test run after … probably down to see the Bezzies as poor R is virtually confined to barracks with a serious knee problem, the need of a replacement for which is urgent (no news to us) according to the consultant Orthopod. Having sold their old VDub, R&S were hoping to be making their first trip abroad in their new-to-them campervan early next year but that’s had to go on hold; R is, as always, very philosophical about it and looking forward to being able to do the trip, and many more, without pain at a later date. [She should also consider changing her name to Metal Micky or RoboCop, as she will after this have had both hips replaced, a hip replacement replaced and both knees replaced … my bionic mate!]

Good luck my Friend x

Half term next week and I’m off to plague Big Bruv and help him drink his gin …

“Reflections back in the West Country”

🙂 🙂 🙂

A mixed bag

Having parted from Paul and Meriam, them travelling south and me north, Daize and I had an overnight at a lovely aire in the Elbre delta amongst the rice fields and wetlands wildlife.

Delta d’Ebre

It was a longish drive to Figueres where we visited the castle. Daize was her usual patient self; she is so good at standing still as soon as the camera comes up to my eye!

 

The fort at Figueres

I had planned to stay overnight on the aire beside the castle and visit the Dali museum but having both read the reviews and sussed the place out, I decided against. Ignoring the sat nag’s repeated orders to the contrary I left Figueres for France via the coastal route. And what a spectacular drive it is; I only wish there had been miradors big enough for R0X1 so that I could have taken some pictures but, hey ho, one can’t have everything I suppose. Suffice to say it’s one of the grinniest roads of my travels so far, very twisty-windy-uppy-downy (and scarily narrow in places) with the most beautiful views of the Med, the coastline and cliffs, and gorgeous little harbours and marinas. I stopped at the aire just over the border in Collioure, judged it okay and a quiet night ensued. The Adria dealer in Perpignan didn’t have a replacement grey water pipe so I continued on to Mirepoix, with a plan to head east to Provence via the non-coast route, having noted no water leaks from R0X at all.

By this time I was feeling really rough; all my top teeth had been hurting, and getting worse, for well over a week. So when, with great relief, I parked up at the aire in one of my favourite places I decided to stay put for a few days. The temperature was high, the sun was shining, it had to be good … or not.

Overnight the temperature plummeted from 26℃ to 6, the wind had risen to gale force and some rather heavy precipitation had commenced. As soon as I put my head outside, the cold wind hit my face and I was in agony; and that was when I finally realised that my teeth are fine but my sinuses aren’t! I went to the nearest pharmacy and after a conversation with the pharmacist in French (and I needn’t have googled hypertension and sinuses; same words, different pronunciation!) I left with a nasal spray which contains camphor and has just about reduced the pain back down to manageable levels but my glands are still well up.

 

An LWD walk along the old railway track near Mirepoix

So I’m heading home sooner rather that later. I need tea, hugs and sympathy … and possibly some antibiotics.

🙂 🙂 🙂