I hadn't figured on the lack of reception down here so intermittent blogging it is.
Big Bertha made it down to Swansea in record time (!) and I spent the first night in a car park where I was told the police turn a blind eye to unofficial stopovers. Well that's not the only thing they turn a blind eye to. This is where the disaffected youth of Gower spend their Monday nights drag racing. Which was a bit hair raising. Resolved to find a campsite.
No Marley those are NOT raisins!
Rule No 1 of Motorhome Living: Every time you open a cupboard something will fall out and land on your head.
Found my campsite.
Driving Big Bertha through the small country roads was knuckle biting. I passed a lorry so close that we both had to pull in our wing mirrors, then met the bus the lorry and a threeway gridlock. Until my angel appeared on the scene and talked us through it. It turned out that he was one of the owners of the campsite that I had booked. The same campsite that had a sign 'No Pets'. My angel sat me down, gave me a cup of tea, found me another site, and talked me through getting back up the narrow windy roads and steep hills. I asked him if he would like to come with me.
Found campsite no. 2 - large and impersonal but safe.
And Marley and me have walked and walked in such beautiful scenery - exactly what the doctor ordered and at last I feel the knots unravelling . Marley had an all you can eat buffet of sheep poo, while I sat on a driftwood log on a beach and ate a peanut butter sandwich and contemplated. I came to the conclusion that I have been a bit of an arsehole and for that I am sorry, and will resolve to be better in future.
I have just discovered that the Welsh word for essential is Hanfodol.
All that sheep poo must have been too much for Marley's delicate constitution and I was woken to the dulcet sounds of him hurling all over Bertha. By the time I had scrambled on some clothes and kicked him outside he had vomited three times but cleared up one himself. I'm sure that's not a good idea. In my refusal to get up before 6 I went back to my bed with a cup of tea which I then spilt all over the bedclothes so back to mum's for the washing machine. It could have been a better start to the day.