Here's a snap of Klaus the Knaus' interior that I took yesterday. At first glance you would not guess he's an old boy in vehicular terms - 22 years old. He's just passed his MOT after a bit of welding under the bonnet. The breakdown people had to be called out when I got to the place where he's stored. I knew that I'd have to use the trusty jump leads. What alarmed me was that instead of helping the engine to tick over they generated smoke. 'You didn't put them on the wrong way round?' asked the RAC man as he scrutinised me. I was looking more girlie than usual that day. I like the contrast of extreme femininity and driving a large motorhome so I big it up a bit. I was indignant and rustled up my very ancient A-level physics as proof that I would do anything so stupid. He shut up after that. It turned out the casing holding the battery has rusted away and after the bloke started the van after bypassing the earth wire we got going. I reckon Klaus has got another ten years in him at least.
And so we're reunited and over the last few days I've been spring cleaning. That tidying book that I mentioned the other day had been read and has hit home. I've also been reading, setting up the new business, cooking for the kids, swimming running, taking in the sea air, getting my bike ready for a few runs out,......... What I love about my van is the reminder I get when I'm here that I can live very well with much less than in my conventional tow. There's a lightness to existence. Reassurance indeed in an uncertain world. Hell, without anyone else in my life I'd probably be back in here tomorrow!