Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Day 66: Friday 23 May – Guildford and East Horsley to Southsea, by Ken

I underestimated what the rush hour in Guildford would be liked, but Jane and I managed to get Smarty to Mike at Smart Car Specialists on the dot of 09:00. When she was there for a service about 5 weeks ago, the service report noted the front brake pads were getting low and to keep an eye on them. Since then she had been driven more than 3,500 kilometres around England and Scotland and would cover many thousands more over the next five months. While she would be towed over a lot of those kilometres, the Smart Tow system applies Smarty’s brakes when Mabel slows. I had decided it would be prudent to have the brake pads replaced now, rather than find they needed to be done in say Turkey. Also, Smarty was making farty noises (minor backfires, I think) when her engine picked up from idle. Sod's law – she wasn’t doing it today, but Mike agreed to see if they could find the cause.

We headed into Guildford in a Smart courtesy car. I wanted to buy oil to top up Mabel on our travels, Jane wanted to find a scarf to wear to Thomas and Kirsty’s wedding on Sunday – this is someone who has enough scarves to wear a different one every day of the year and two on special occasions. But Jane didn’t feel she had anything suitable with her.

I had spotted a shopping complex with a Halfords for Mabel’s oil and a Next for Jane’s scarf. We were both unsuccessful, I hadn’t realised how many variants of engine oil there are available in England and would need to check Mabel's handbook. Jane couldn’t find what she was looking for in Next.

We headed into the centre of Guildford and parked. Jane went in search of a Marks and Spencers while I stayed with the courtesy car. Jane returned empty handed half an hour later by which time Mike had sent a text saying Smarty was ready. The brake pads still had some wear left in them, but Mike agreed it was a good call to have them changed. They couldn’t find any reason for her farting and didn’t think it was anything serious. He suggested I should flick him an email if it got worse on our travels.
View From Our Pitch At East Horsley
Returning to the camping ground we hitched up Smarty and set a course for Southsea where we were spending two nights with Adam and Safiyah. I stopped at the end of Adam's street while Jane scouted ahead looking for a park for Mabel and Smarty. We were in luck, there was something large enough right outside Adam’s house. Then our luck changed as a white van that had been parked pulled out and ducked into the space. The driver, a near neighbour of Adam’s was very understanding when we explained our needs, he agreed to move so we could have the spot, drove his van around the block and parked it where it had come from a few minutes earlier.
Approaching Hindhead Tunnel Under The Downs
Jane went off in Smarty to pick up Safiya from her mother’s house using the satnav to find her way there and back. We had been using Stephen Fry to speak directions to us and Safiya was astute enough to know he was very posh and she started giving Jane directions in a posh accent. Stephen’s parting words at the end of a journey are “I think I’m falling in love with you”. Safiya thought this particularly weird.

Jane and Safiya went indoors. I stayed outside converting the number plate board I made for Smarty two years ago by gluing a plate with Mabel’s registration number over Myrtle’s plate. (In the UK a trailer, or vehicle being towed, has to display at the rear the registration number of the towing vehicle. There is also a requirement to display two red triangles denoting the vehicle is being towed. While not many people seem to take much notice of these reqiuirements, we were keen that Smarty met them. EU law states that providing a vehicle meets the legai requirements of the country it is registered in, then it can be used in any EU country regardless of their requirements. For example, we understand it is illegal to tow a car in Germany, and it will be interesting to see if we pass muster there.

Adam was late home as someone had gone under a train on his route but he nevertheless made us a very good burger for our evening meal.

Jane and I slept in Mabel parked outside Adam’s house. The camber of the road was such we slept with our heads at the window end of the bed.






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