Where's Bertie? He's still in the station car park at Liérganes.
Weather: Mainly sunny morning with high-level cloud; clouding over this afternoon. Still warm.
Last evening, when the car park started to clear a little, a small VW campervan, which had been over on the other side of the car park, came and slotted in next to us. Aside from the question of "Why park so close between two other vans when there's a whole car park at your disposal?", we didn't mind, accepting that when parking in public car parks, it is the perogative of other people to come and park right next to you.
The annoyance came overnight. The woman in that van has a cough. It's a pop-top van, and their bed is within the pop-up roof, meaning there is only a layer of canvas between them and the outside world. Canvas is not a soundproof material, and they were parked very close. Thus I was awoken by the coughing. I'm sure she wasn't doing it for fun, but if you know you have a cough, then surely it's impolite to put yourself within three feet of other sleeping people?
After an accidental lie-in (due to the above-mentioned disturbances) and then taking ourselves off for a 15km walk around one of the local waymarked routes (about which you can read more by clicking here, it was with a groan that we returned to see that coughing-bird's van was still next to us. It was with some joy that they returned a while later and moved, inexplicably, two slots further over, putting themselves now just as close to the next van along (one other having left whilst we had been out).
Musical vans then started in earnest, when that other van decided the nasty smell hanging around this afternoon was coming from the drain next to them (it wasn't), so they moved to the slot next-but-one to us. All good, we thought. We now had a 9-metre beast of a van between us and coughing bird.
Then, as I have been sitting here typing blog posts, coughing-bird has (even more inexplicably than the earlier shuffle) moved back to within 3 feet of us. Aaaarrrrggghhhh! We were here first; we were, apparently, the only people happy with the spot originally chosen, but now we are going to have to move so that we don't suffer a night of coughing.
Anyway, with that rant over, other news of the day is that:
1) we went for that walk I mentioned above. It involved Mick seeing another house to which he took a fancy (this one for sale):
2) the chap from the monster motorhome came around brandishing a phone battery to see if we could shed any light on why it wouldn't charge. I whipped out my volt meter, played around with it a while and declared it to be his charger that was duff. He came back a while later to confirm that I had been right. He told Mick that he has a clever wife, just because I can brandish a volt meter. I wonder if he would have told me that I have a clever husband if it had been the other way around?!
Weather: Mainly sunny morning with high-level cloud; clouding over this afternoon. Still warm.
Last evening, when the car park started to clear a little, a small VW campervan, which had been over on the other side of the car park, came and slotted in next to us. Aside from the question of "Why park so close between two other vans when there's a whole car park at your disposal?", we didn't mind, accepting that when parking in public car parks, it is the perogative of other people to come and park right next to you.
The annoyance came overnight. The woman in that van has a cough. It's a pop-top van, and their bed is within the pop-up roof, meaning there is only a layer of canvas between them and the outside world. Canvas is not a soundproof material, and they were parked very close. Thus I was awoken by the coughing. I'm sure she wasn't doing it for fun, but if you know you have a cough, then surely it's impolite to put yourself within three feet of other sleeping people?
After an accidental lie-in (due to the above-mentioned disturbances) and then taking ourselves off for a 15km walk around one of the local waymarked routes (about which you can read more by clicking here, it was with a groan that we returned to see that coughing-bird's van was still next to us. It was with some joy that they returned a while later and moved, inexplicably, two slots further over, putting themselves now just as close to the next van along (one other having left whilst we had been out).
Musical vans then started in earnest, when that other van decided the nasty smell hanging around this afternoon was coming from the drain next to them (it wasn't), so they moved to the slot next-but-one to us. All good, we thought. We now had a 9-metre beast of a van between us and coughing bird.
Then, as I have been sitting here typing blog posts, coughing-bird has (even more inexplicably than the earlier shuffle) moved back to within 3 feet of us. Aaaarrrrggghhhh! We were here first; we were, apparently, the only people happy with the spot originally chosen, but now we are going to have to move so that we don't suffer a night of coughing.
Anyway, with that rant over, other news of the day is that:
1) we went for that walk I mentioned above. It involved Mick seeing another house to which he took a fancy (this one for sale):
2) the chap from the monster motorhome came around brandishing a phone battery to see if we could shed any light on why it wouldn't charge. I whipped out my volt meter, played around with it a while and declared it to be his charger that was duff. He came back a while later to confirm that I had been right. He told Mick that he has a clever wife, just because I can brandish a volt meter. I wonder if he would have told me that I have a clever husband if it had been the other way around?!
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