Local Customs.

Yesterday was a settling in and taking stock day. We booked another night next to the canal, and headed into Lewistown to do a shop - as well as find a reliable wi-fi. (McDonalds will be seeing a lot of us - and I never thought I'd say that!)

Perfect Pitch

Back at the pitch there was a detailed study of manuals and information folders. Most useful was 'Annie's Book' a guide written by Kiri and Jude, the owners, detailing all the little foibles that an RV might have. Awnings were opened and closed, the 110v generator started and stopped, air conditioning fiddled with, the stove lit without a gas lighter, paperwork perused, storage bays investigated and light switches finally discovered. We also figured out what that brown switch to the left of the toilet does. Very clever...

In the early evening - whilst sat recovering - we noticed a habit that other tenants of the campsite engage in that baffled us.

Around dusk the natives emerge for their nightly journey round the camp site.

Now it's not a particularly large site, comparable with many in the UK. It would take about five minutes to walk its length. But rather than walk almost everyone uses a buggy, either electric or petrol powered.

They even take their dogs with them. Not trotting alongside getting some exercise, but safely ensconced on a passenger seat.

Children are taken along for the ride, and the next generation learn how to get around...

It all reminded me of something I'd seen before…

In the film Wall-e, on the space ship, the inhabitants never walked, but were transported everywhere. Now I know where the inspiration came from for those sequences…

On our trip round Wallmart we saw our first Amish folk. Women and girls doing some shopping - looking a little incongruous in their delightful traditional dress.

They all, including the elder ladies, looked slim, trim and lithe.  Now I wonder why that is?

A nightly get together.