I wrote this blog in my head a few days ago, whilst travelling to a new caravan site. The journey was challenging and, ultimately, I had to choose whether to laugh or cry. I chose the former. The blog distracted me and helped me to maintain a state of amusement, whilst I drove through the Irish countryside towing the ‘ship on wheels’.
I set off from Clonakilty in the morning, en route to Cork. It was an hour’s detour in precisely the opposite direction to my destination. The purpose was to call in to a particular garage. My first visit there, several months earlier, was after embarking from the ferry when I landed on the Emerald Isle. That time also required a detour. The reason was to top up the ‘ship’s’ gas tanks, as she requires LPG from a pump, via a nozzle (similar to filling up with fuel). And there are only a handful of such garages in Ireland. Bummer! However, what I didn’t know is that I would require an adapter to do this. So, the trip was wasted.
Since then, it’s been a worry that I might run out of cooking gas. So, I needed to return to Cork, which was still the closest garage, despite numerous changes of location meantime. Not wishing to make another mistake, I visited the garage a week before moving the ‘ship', when I was passing by, to check the adapter fitted the pump. It did, phew! I also phoned the garage the night before, to ensure they had plenty of gas. They did….
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