The art of medicine consists in amusing the patient while nature cures the disease - Voltaire
There have been a couple of examples of bad luck this month (May 2026). One is an inconvenience and the other more serious. Firstly the inconvenience. We had arranged to meet our daughter and family at Chedworth Roman Villa during the half-term school holidays. The location was chosen because it is approximately halfway between our respective homes. We had almost made it to the villa (about a mile short) when the front nearside wheel fell off (Photo 1).
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| Photo 1: Our Three-wheeler Campervan |
We were fortunate in that we were travelling at a low speed down this single track minor road (the white mark on the road was the skid mark produced when the wheel hub hit the road). As luck (good this time) would have it, there was a dirt track in the adjacent field that other motorists could use to go around us. Some did do just that but those of a more slightly nervous disposition decided to turn round and find an alternative route.
The incident occurred at around 11:30 in the morning and it was a warm sunny day. We rang the RAC, who provide our breakdown cover, and they promised assistance sometime between 1:30 and 4:30 in the afternoon. Mobile reception in this rural area was intermittent which was another bit of bad luck as we shall see. We managed to contact our daughter, who had arrived at the Roman Villa, to let her know the situation. Someone had to stay with the car (the RAC will not provide assistance if the car is unattended) so we agreed that our son-in-law would come and collect Mary and return to the villa to spend some time with the two grandchildren, etc.
I spent a couple of hours explaining the situation to motorists, telling them the RAC were on their way and redirecting traffic through the field (optional). Fortunately, we had brought some lunch and plenty of water to drink. It was still a warm sunny day. A few hours later ...
... Mary, daughter and family turned up and we spent a few hours all together. The two grandchildren joined me in the 'game' of walking up to oncoming motorists to explain the situation and offer options. The people inconvenienced by our breakdown were wonderfully understanding. Most asked if we were OK, some offered water, some offered to visit a local shop and bring back supplies, while a few got out to inspect the damage and try to see if they could help.
Meanwhile, it was approaching 4:30 pm and there was still no sign of the RAC. My daughter then picked up their patrolman's location on their RAC phone app and he was just minutes away though on a parallel road. Then, out of the blue, we received a message saying he couldn't find us and we were shunted up to the next slot (4:30 to 7:30 pm). Presumably, the patrol(wo)man's shift had finished and they were off home. We will never know why they couldn't find us since they had our Google Maps and What3Words locations.
We said goodbye to our daughter and family around 5 pm as they had an hour and a half's journey back home. I think it was around 7 pm that we had another text from the RAC that our time slot was now 7:30 to 10:30 pm. Time to ring them again. We explained our situation to another operator; in particular that we needed a recovery vehicle as the campervan was not fixable at the roadside. This is, apparently, not standard protocol as a patrol(wo)man has to first assess the situation before ordering a recovery vehicle. The lady at the other end did say she would try to avoid the unnecessary assessment step but couldn't promise anything. It seems she was successful, as we shall find out, but, in the meantime, we were shunted up to the 10:30 pm to 1:30 am slot. We settled down for a long wait. Even the radio packed up as the battery had drained!
Around 8 pm we received a call from Mark who was coming from Oxford with his recovery vehicle. He said he would be with us in about 90 minutes. We breathed a sigh of relief. Things were finally looking up. Even more so when the local gamekeeper (we were travelling through a large pheasant & partridge shooting estate owned by Lord Vestey) and his family returned with food (pizza, crisps, chocolate bars) and drink. They had seen us earlier and had come back to check we were still OK. Wonderful people.
It was probably around 9:30 pm that we had a call from Mark saying he was at the Roman Villa where the RAC had directed him they hadn't passed on our What3Words location!!!). We told him we were close by and Mary (who knew the route) gave him directions. As it was only a mile or so away, we started to get a bit worried when nothing happened for 20 minutes. Another call to Mark and he was clearly having difficulty getting his 12-ton recovery vehicle along the narrow roads. So much so that he had to pre-walk some of the route to make sure he wouldn't get stuck. A few minutes later, we saw the flashing orange lights of his truck which seemed to have stopped.
We started to walk towards the truck (about 500 yards) so we could speak with him. He then walked with us back to the stranded campervan to assess the situation before returning to his vehicle and reversing down the narrow lane so he would be in the correct position to winch the stricken van onto the back of his lorry. I still can't believe how he managed to do it.
It took about 45 minutes or so for Mark to fully assess the situation and winch the campervan slowly and carefully onto the back of his lorry. Meanwhile, the gamekeeper and his family stopped for a quick chat on their return journey from the local social club. We were able to update them on the situation and, once again, thank them profusely.
We arrived home at about 30 minutes after midnight (13 hours after our breakdown). Standard procedure is for the RAC to deliver the vehicle to home or a garage. Neither of these was possible in this instance as it was not possible to contact a garage at such short notice (and during a bank holiday) and our residential road is too narrow for Mark's recovery vehicle. In the end, Mark suggested he take our van back to his depot in Wolverhampton so that the insurance people could assess it there. Mary was especially worried she wouldn't see her beloved campervan again so we emptied the van of all its equipment (pots, pans, folding chairs, etc) and Mark helped us carry them the 100 yards back to our house. We said goodbye to Mark for all his help and for not abandoning us. He told us during our trip back home that his contact at base had told him he could abort the recovery if he couldn't get to us (much like the RAC patrol(wo)man had!). Fortunately for us, that was unacceptable - how could he leave us stranded in the middle of nowhere? I did slip him a tip to thank him.
We were exhausted but glad to be back home. Mary (the only insured driver) contacted the insurance company asap but they told us we weren't covered as it was a mechanical failure and not an accident. We explored a number of options about how we could assess the damage and get an approximate repair cost. I tried to find out the value of the vehicle (£7-8000 if sold to a company, perhaps £11-12,000 if sold privately) to place an upper limit on repair costs. In the end, the campervan was taken down to Devon at no cost (covered by our RAC breakdown policy) to a trusted garage Mary's sister knows. Initial inspection suggested the damage is not as bad as we feared.
The second bit of bad luck is that I've been unwell for a few weeks and this has meant fewer blog posts. It started a few weeks ago when I noticed blood in the urine. After seeing a GP doctor, I was placed on the suspected cancer referral list which should guarantee fast-track testing and diagnosis. It does seem to work and I went into hospital on the 28th May for the removal of a bladder tumour. It will be a month or so until I know whether the tumour is cancerous or benign. In the meantime, I have a catheter fitter which I find very restrictive. I was supposed to have the catheter removed today but due to staff shortages that is not going to happen. The National Health Service is wonderful (especially the people who work for it) but it is seriously underfunded.




















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