I unselfishly prepared Mike his lunchtime omelet first with the loving care and attention you would expect from a wife of my calibre. I then lit the gas ready to make mine and WOOOSH! A gas flame flared out of the hob and burnt all the hairs off the back of my hand. Nooo, gas, scary. It kept happening. Mike switched off all the safety valves and we rang Wildax, the van manufacturers. They suggested a faulty regulator. This is so annoying. We rarely stay on campsites as we like the self sufficient nature of motorhome life. Our gas provides hot water, powers the fridge and of course is cooker. It won't be long until we need it for heating the van as well. Without gas we would need an electric supply to keep the fridge cool and we would still have to buy something to cook on. This means campsites and the end of the season is only a couple of weeks away. Luckily this campsite has a kitchen, like the ones we have in a youth hostel, so I was able to make our supper in there.
Before supper I went for a big bike ride around the area. This had been the grounds of a palce so there were lots of interesting features to go and look at. Well tended gardens and fountains, sea views and a very quaint harbour. There was a very chilly autumnal wind blowing in from the north and I wished it had been earlier in the season.
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