Day 2 – We no longer have to manage time, but much more importantly become masters of our own space . . .

Quantum physics teaches us that tiny things go on in tiny spaces. After less than 24 hours “on board” I can only imagine that those early scientists must have known a thing or two about motorhoming too.

These scientists tell us that there are very certain principals that govern the way objects move and behave in relation to one another when occupying and vying for these very miniscule droplets of space. A sort of heirarchy develops. Likewise, your mindset has to very quickly adapt and adopt a new set of procedures. Organisation is the key. The inside of a motorhome is cleverly designed to place an almost infinite number of convenient cupboards and crevices at your disposal. You are so spoilt for choice it becomes so easy to “tidy away” an item, to only later scratch your head in disbelief that that same item is now well and truly lost forever. Sucked into the MOHO quantum black hole. Fortunately time is of no conseqence when you’re lost in space, no matter how small.

That was not quite the case however earlier today. We got to the site in good time and plannned to put our scooter to use and trip into Looe. Getting the scooter up and into the MOHO garage was a breeze back at home, but here on site I overlooked the fact that we were not on a level pitch and had already spent 30 minutes or so toing and froing up and down the wheel blocks trying to level this beast on a slope. As one more attempt after another failed, we abandoned the notion and decided we’d put up with the slope and put out a call for Eddie the Eagle to join us.

Like the fist of a monkey that plunges into a bottle to retrieve a treat and wraps itself around the goody, only to then prevent the closed and enlarged fist from withdrawing from the neck, so it was with our scooter. Easy peasy in, nosy waysy out. It was all to do with angles. Even after creating a pyramid pile of gravel that Tutankhamun could have been buried alive in, we still failed to get the outside ramp to the necessary height with the garage door base. A couple of times we edged the scooter three quarters out, but the underside kept getting caught and with the weight increasing expotentially as gravity took hold we almost lost her to Newton’s theory of why things fall on your head, or in our case on your feet. It felt like it was almost going to snow as the chilly north easterly took hold, so we abandoned this idea too, resolving to make sure we operated on a level playing field from now on.

Thankfully the frustrations of day 2 loosened their hold on us as we were joined by my sister Yvonne to share a very relaxing dinner with. Maybe the wine helped too.

Then to bed, which is fixed at the back end of our MOHO and the sudden realisation that I’d put the levelling blocks the wrong side of the wheels. i.e. up slope, instead of down slope. My fear was that with our additional 130Kg at the rear, Newton’s theory that all things get pulled down to their lowest possible position, would be severly put to the test. 50 yards away downslope was the toilet block. So for 45 minutes every single creak or crack or slight movement kept my nerves jangling until sleep got the better of me.