WHEELY CABIN FEVER

Here are two photos.
Our feet on some WW2 debris at Saaremaa.
A couple with Wheely Cabin Fever.

Another taboo subject is admitting the problems of maintaining an amicable or any kind of relationship at all in a confined space. It has been tough at times.
Try deciding which side of the cabin is left and right when you are facing each other in a cabin and you are both tired. We adopted a naval approach rather than a novel one. We decided on port, starboard, bow, stern and hold. We don’t seem to need to use these terms anymore as John has begun to find out where things are and doesn’t have to ask - he still can’t find the bible though. He has less trouble with the wine though he may never find the last two bottles that I have carefully stored/hidden.
Direction finding was also a problem – small road signs, inadequate maps plus I lost my specs in France and it was a month till they were replaced – thanks again G and J! This was largely resolved by buying maps of a sufficiently large scale to show the places we were hoping to visit. Every country has its own idiosyncratic style of road signage and so far our two scores of wrong interpretations are about level pegging but fairly low.
We are still trucking.
Some things like who does what and when and how on the domestic front are always being negotiated wherever you are. It may be more frequent with us as our circumstances and surroundings are constantly changing.
We manage.
John does the driving. When the cabin stops moving he wants to escape from it and I want to set up camp. Wheely cabin fever manifests itself differently in each of us.
We are learning to live with it – but then – what choice do we have?
More might be said but perhaps the less said the better?