Every year, the same question: can we pack small and travel light? As I type, I can hear the washing machine squealing in terminal pain... Imagine the noise if you rode a truck with no tyres across a tin roof which was covered in rocks. Then double it. Add the occasional crash of raw steel slamming into concrete.
The BOSCH has not got long to live, so we may never get to empty its last wash: less to carry.
I'm not going to go through that other summer torture of trying to remember how to 'mount' the roofbox on the car. Imagine trying to lodge a shape that keeps rearranging itself on the back of a recalcitrant elephant. That would be easier.
We will only have two boys with us because Joe has elected to stay home alone in the first week. Lighter load - perhaps.
I think we can do it and not incur the wrath of the Otter pilot, as we did last year. We must have looked like a family of evacuees with everything piled onto an old pram.
And I'm only writing this tosh because I like the picture I've found...
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