Thorntonloch - 20th May - Click!
Sunday 20th May
We did not wake with the dawn after our first night in the camper as it was exceedingly comfortable. We spent the evening finding out all its funny little features. There is a window, in the bathroom - which must be lovely when you have a lot of solitude. Possibly its intended as a small 'on-my-own' sitting area?
Sunday morning brunch - hot kippers, bread and butter and coffee - in Alnmouth, the other side of Alnwick. Trundling down the A-roads at a mere 40 mph means you get to see everything. There's time to wave at the lambs in the fields. The bus has a short front so the cab sits high up and up-front with a terrific view. All of this part of the world is green.
Driving the bus at the moment can be amusing as the left wing mirror is at a too jaunty angle to be of much use and the reversing camera doesn't work; and the rear view mirror is worse than useless. We were - careful! The windows wind down manually so SP leaned out occasionally to fix the swithering mirror.
We drove North, more or less intending to go home, despite AP urge to stop off as frequently as possible. Why stop the adventure so soon? We stopped off at Thorntonloch because AP had a memory of a 'cute campsite' just by the nuclear power station at Torness. The site is mainly residential, but does have some camper spots, right - right! - on the beach. Our Delica would fit snugly on any of those spots since she's so neat.
But when we tried to set off again: Click! Click! 'I can hear the solonoids but they aren't driving the starter motor' - says AP. The bus was not going to start.
We were expecting the worst. We had been told that camper vans are 'low priority' for roadside rescue services because - well, you know, we're comfortable, with our toilets, and kitchens and comfy seating.
But the RAC man came within about half an hour. AP had put a little WD40 on. The RAC man used a set of pliers to tighten something. The engine sits in the cab, under the passenger side seat, so SP had to talk a short walk while they were fiddling with it. The bus started up again pretty promptly though. Was it the WD40; was it the fiddling; was it the pliers; or was it just sitting and waiting for a little while. Would we ever know?
Back up the motorway. Detouring through Haddington to try and avoid the heavy winds on the A1M and then up to Dalkeith. The Edinburgh ring road is never fun, and twice as bad on Sundays, but we made it home and pulled the Delica into the drive.
We did not wake with the dawn after our first night in the camper as it was exceedingly comfortable. We spent the evening finding out all its funny little features. There is a window, in the bathroom - which must be lovely when you have a lot of solitude. Possibly its intended as a small 'on-my-own' sitting area?
Sunday morning brunch - hot kippers, bread and butter and coffee - in Alnmouth, the other side of Alnwick. Trundling down the A-roads at a mere 40 mph means you get to see everything. There's time to wave at the lambs in the fields. The bus has a short front so the cab sits high up and up-front with a terrific view. All of this part of the world is green.
Driving the bus at the moment can be amusing as the left wing mirror is at a too jaunty angle to be of much use and the reversing camera doesn't work; and the rear view mirror is worse than useless. We were - careful! The windows wind down manually so SP leaned out occasionally to fix the swithering mirror.
We drove North, more or less intending to go home, despite AP urge to stop off as frequently as possible. Why stop the adventure so soon? We stopped off at Thorntonloch because AP had a memory of a 'cute campsite' just by the nuclear power station at Torness. The site is mainly residential, but does have some camper spots, right - right! - on the beach. Our Delica would fit snugly on any of those spots since she's so neat.
But when we tried to set off again: Click! Click! 'I can hear the solonoids but they aren't driving the starter motor' - says AP. The bus was not going to start.
We were expecting the worst. We had been told that camper vans are 'low priority' for roadside rescue services because - well, you know, we're comfortable, with our toilets, and kitchens and comfy seating.
But the RAC man came within about half an hour. AP had put a little WD40 on. The RAC man used a set of pliers to tighten something. The engine sits in the cab, under the passenger side seat, so SP had to talk a short walk while they were fiddling with it. The bus started up again pretty promptly though. Was it the WD40; was it the fiddling; was it the pliers; or was it just sitting and waiting for a little while. Would we ever know?
Back up the motorway. Detouring through Haddington to try and avoid the heavy winds on the A1M and then up to Dalkeith. The Edinburgh ring road is never fun, and twice as bad on Sundays, but we made it home and pulled the Delica into the drive.
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