Best laid plans, and all that... We were just heading off from the camp site this morning when the guy behind us pointed out that we had a flat tyre. Oh dear. Fortunately, we had a spare wheel and a jack - but the latter appeared not to with very well. The Swan Whisperer went back into the camp site and found a very nice New Zealand guy who had a jack and who came and helped him change the wheel and pumped up the tyre for him - it has a screw in it, such is why it went flat.
However, by that time it was already noon, and we reckoned that the baths would be crowded out at that time on a Saturday, so we sadly decided not to use them, but to head on to this camp site I had heard of, in the heart of the country, run by an English couple. It is very nice indeed; we are the only people here, and they gave us a beer on arrival and chatted until the rain came.
We may well stay here another night so we can check our tyres on Monday. The is a Lidl in the local town, and you can tell they use it, as lovely thick Lidl paper in the loo (I do hate the thin stuff we have to use in the van, but it can't be helped), and I am already looking forward to my shower tomorrow morning!