But, it could have been so much worse! And, as ever, bad things happen in threes!

A catalogue of mishaps has shaped our day. Miss Poppy thinks that we should have called-in a “duvet day” and stayed in bed and I tend to agree with her!

Today is a travel day as we head from Hilton Head Island to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, some 160 miles away. We plan on staying there two days checking out the area.

We are traveling along the I-95 and decide to exit for fuel. As we pull into the gas station, we realize that; a) the gas station does not sell diesel (which we need); and, b) there is absolutely nowhere for us to turn around! The only option we have it to disconnect the Jeep, reverse the motor home independently, and try across the street at a BP station which is advertising that is has diesel. No problem, but, and of course, it’s raining and storming……………….what else would it do when you have to be outside!

In the US, diesel fuel is marked by a pump a with green nozzle, regular fuel has a black nozzle. In Europe, it is the other way around. I know this well as I always have to really engage my brain the first time I fill up with petrol in London and again, when I return to the US.

Mike inserts his credit card, hits the diesel button, picks up the green pump and nothing. He repeats his actions and nothing. After several minutes the transaction is null and void! He contemplates the situation and realizes that he’s in a European-owned gas station and that he needs the black pump for diesel …………………can you imagine filling a 125-gallon tank with the wrong fuel………. oh my!

After traveling through terrible weather for most of our day, we call ahead to the RV park as we will arrive after the office closes. No problem, they will leave a gate key and instructions on where to park pinned to the notice board.

We arrive, pick-up our instructions and head to our site only to find that there is someone already parked there. Needless to say, it is just pouring with rain. I get out and trawl the immediate area and find a lot that is unoccupied.

For the second time in a day, we disconnect the Jeep, and Mike does his magical reversing act and swings the motor home on a pin-head to get it to fit on the site. The back of the motor home is hanging some three feet over the back of the pad and we are very, very close to our neighbours!

We will learn from all this!

From left: Artie and Miss Holly don’t care about our mishaps as long as they can look out of the window from their vantage point of the dash-board!