It’s been a static few days working on my box shaped banshee vehicle scaring pedestrians and cyclists! The van would not stop screaming whatever I did to set the fan/engine belts. Working on the freezing floor may have caused the couple of days back-pain. I spent each morning stooped like Quasimodo until my yoga-like attempted movements eased the pain and allowed more time under the motorhome.
The Frankia and I both stopped squealing yesterday (Sunday), and a morning run for me along the river, beautiful area, suggested the next leg to Bristol could happen.
I’ll enjoy a few local ales in the market town here at Chipping Sodbury and give the Tuesday sailing a miss. It will take another two days to hit the South Coast – Friday sailing from Portsmouth, maybe!