Wishstream is packed up and Vilja has kindly offered to come into the Casita to cuddle the dogs whilst we get the van out. She explains that she will be nervous to watch which isn't what I wanted to hear. Jc opens the gates and fills in a few of the enormous craters in the road outside with a bit of spare rubble. Wishstream moves slowly backwards. Hang on a minute. How much room did we have on either side when we came in a month ago. I thought it was about 6 inches either side! NOPE. Our awning which runs alongside the top of the starboard side is now touching the stone pillar. Our now very tried and tested communication system between the two of us involves arms and hands and, for small gaps, fingers to demonstate the space left. I can see Jc in my port wing mirror and his fingers are not quite pinched together. He is indicating a little more than 2 mm of space. It seems we have run out of room on that side as well. We have a conflab and the problem is that when the back of the van gets out into the road, because of the slope down to the left the top of the van leans right over. WELL HOW ON EARTH DID WE GET IT IN THEN?
Jc is in the most jolliest mood he has been in for the last week. I am feeling sick and he can tell that tears could be an option today and he just needs to keep me calm. I figure that if we can change the line slightly and get the back lower wheel onto slightly higher ground as we go back, this might work. There is a lot of forward and backing. Jc is using his hands and then his fingers and then ... No, shaking his head, and then, just as his fingers are about to pinch he cries out YES, and we are out!
Down the lane, nose into Vilja's drive, turn.. piece of P.... Up the rubble lane and out onto the road. I park up alongside the dustbins, and jump out to pick up the pups and say our goodbyes. And then I did have a blub!
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