Minimising the pressures of life does not come without some concessions on our part and some honing of skills by us both. For instance both of us realise some new points of reference are needed as we approach a new town. We both have honed our perception skills and are now able to identify a public toilet sign at a hundred metres. We are fairly successful now at trusting our instinct on whether we should approach said establishment or not. Much like the caveman who had to take into factors like the wind and appropriate cover before the actual pursuit of prey.
In camps we have to keep a watchful eye on the cleaning staff. They have a yellow sign which disallows using the ablutions at will. Configuring personal moments with cleaning moments is something else we have become adept at.
The blind-eye is another such skill we have updated in our psyche. This updating enables us both to successfully maintain our up-beat attitude to life in the caravan. It is no use worrying too much about appearances. A non-powered site does not allow the hairdryer to blow or the shaver to shave. The vacuum cleaner has no power and the iron doesn’t work. Turning a blind-eye to discrepancies in how we present ourselves is a must.
When the wind and rain are in force, worrying about the mud coming in the door is only a distraction from worrying about whether or not the awning or possibly the caravan will blow over. We are learning to not sweat the small stuff. Actually we are learning what constitutes small stuff.
Wow you went the whole hog. I still have my caravan but may sell and get a van. Good for you. Have you hit the north island yet.
Have been in North Island for a wee while now- it has a great feel and visiting places that are new.