Day 4 – Boring or what? . . .

When picking up our four wheeled beast I was persuaded (cus I’m a newbie to this lark – surprise, surprise) to purchase a few “add-on” and most essential items. These included a piece of clear plastic 8ft piping with one of those old rubber tap adaptors on one end. The type I remember from the 60’s, before Hozelock came along. You know the perishing type, when not often used they’d go dry, flaky and crumbly. When I queried the wisdom of this, the answer came firmly back with a “this is all you’ll need to cope with all the different types of taps you’ll ever come across, here and on the continent”. So I duly parted with my twelve quid, confident I’d added another piece of valuable kit to our MOHO armoury.

That confidence was sadly eroded as we pulled in to the water fill up point on our departure today. The tap staring me in the face was fitted with a bog standard Hozelock clip-on attachment. Could I wrap our new and super stiff pipe onto it? No way. At first I tried the full wrap over technique and tightened my grip until my knuckles turned a deathly white and the veins on the back of my hand looked as if they were ready to pop at any second. This had the effect of creating a Geysir like gush, shooting what seemed like ten gallons of icy cold water up the length of my arm and drenching my armpit. The tube was transparent so we could see how far the water had managed to reach – about three foot short of the filler hole. Ah! then we noticed a couple of kinks. Even with sorting those out it was still like trying to suck up pop through a straw with a flattened end. A trickle was how Mary-Ann described it. However, with a little perserverance, a slight change of technique and a lot of time on our hands, we did (so we thought, but discovered later we hadn’t) fill the tank to its brim.

We loved this site and its location with so much to see and do that it’s on our “must visit again list” Beastie is parked high up to the left across Rocky Valley.