Sicily. We got there. Eventually. Like a couple of ducks to water we picked up where we left off. On occasion, felt we were sinking, but always managed to pop back up to the surface. Take a deep breath. Leave the problem to run off our shoulders, down our backs and float away.
It’s inevitable on a long journey like this, to encounter the odd hic-cup or two. This trip we’ve experienced more than our fair share. Having to deal with and manouvre around each one is paramount. Adaptability to ease frustration being key. We seemed to have needed a lot of keys.
- Scoot wing mirror spring washer missing – three cheers to Mr Amazon
- My cupboard hanger broken – three cheers for Castles
- Beasties heating system pipes detached – Gorilla tape to the rescue
- Flat battery in Fern Pass petrol station – fantastic ÖAMTC with a perfect replacement
- My phone not recognised as being in Italy – EE data gifting facility saved the blog
- Boiler/window switch faulty – could only heat water using electric when plugged in
- Brake fluid needed topping (despite a service just before leaving) – causing Mr S to lose control of his fingers, but not his ability to get out of a sticky situation . . .
- Beastie’s nearside wing mirror thwacked and broken (tut tut Mr S)
- Mrs S’s cupboard hanger breaks too. One week from home – stays that way
- Scoot breaks down – Carol Nash Insurance unable to come up trumps
- Hoover loses complete sucking power – a disaster for Mrs S
- Fridge handle breaks – door swings wildly open every time Mr S enters a chicane
- The surface of my driving seat in particular, delaminates – skin & clothes stick
- Tablet, housing Missy our navigator with an attitude, loosing charge too quickly
- Small cupboard attached to underside of front bed comes loose – Gorilla tape to the rescue again
Beastie can look forward to a rest. Perhaps another long one. Plans for an autumn escapade on hold. Pending news on receiving a Ukranian family. So a few shorter breaks may become the norm for the near distant future. We’ll see. This little saunter a mere 5,149 miles – like water off a duck’s back for the mighty Beastie.
Thanks to one and all for being with us on this trip. Your comments always an encouragement to keep banging away at the keys. If one of our days has brightened just one of your days, then it’s been worth it.
And there’s only one way to end this final day. And that’s with a couple of these – after all, a French stopover is never complete without deux petites patisseries – is it Wesley?!!
