After spending some time with the mammy, it was off on our camping mission to the wild west coast. On the first night, we stopped off on the way at Lough Erne in Co. Fermanagh
Next morning we got up and went for our semi traditional cycle ride round the forest park, which borders the Lough and which features tracks so steep they would make Sir Edmund Hillary weep. Fortunately no photographic evidence of us spilling from our bikes, purple-faced and clutching our chests exists. However, there was some more Herman fun to be had, before we set off: When I stashed the bikes back inside and closed the side door, I found it wouldn’t latch properly. It had always seemed a bit dodgy to me as, when we got Herman, there was no panelling on the inside door and the exposed ‘works’ looked a bit held together with string and sealing wax. I had to unscrew all four thousand screws with which I’d attached my wood panelling to the inside of the door and investigate. It turned out that the big spring which gives the door latch some tension and causes it to click shut when you close the door had come adrift from the back end of the latch attachment, which it’s supposed to clip onto. I think it had been held on with snot and cellotape. After a rummage through my toolboxes, I found some heavy duty cable ties and was able to use several of these to re-unite spring and latch attachment and fix the door so it closed again properly. No biggy really, but a bit of an annoyance to have to start tinkering on our first full day on camping mission.