Shaking Down at Rondeau. Day 3

A calmer night, for sure, so we all had some sleep. It was still cold, though, far too cold for this time of year. Still, the showers at Rondeau are excellent so once clean, the day was looking to be good.


Lunch was a pre-prepared chicken dish with rice, which worked well as there wasn't too much washing up. The trailer's monitor system picked up that we were low on fresh water so it was up to the big tadpole and I to refill our tank using a water holder we had bought for tent camping. There was a tap right next to the site but it had been cunningly fashioned so that there was no possibility of fixing a hose to it. I didn't have too much of a problem with that as you wouldn't want some selfish goon trying to claim the tap as theirs. Having filled up with water, then using some of it, we realised that the grey water tank (the non-toilet waste) was filling to capacity. We weren't equipped with a "Blue Boy", a small cistern on wheels that you can dump grey water into and transfer it to a proper dump station, so we had to go easy because the only way of getting rid of the waste water was to take the trailer to the dump station, and that wasn't going to happen until we broke camp the next day. It seems that the fresh and waste water tanks are matched!

Coat Weather

The day was cool but dry and we went off on more beach combing expeditions in the afternoon, relishing the lack of people and the fresh air.


Prior to turning in that evening we brought in the awning as rain was forecast for the morrow and we thought it would be easier if the thing was dry. 


That evening we watched Daniel Radcliffe in My Boy Jack, which was about Rudyard Kipling's son in the first world war. Excellent stuff, even if the tadpoles were a little restless without a big squishy sofa to lounge about on.


Monday beckoned, with the prospect of rain. Maybe the forecast would be wrong?