One of the companies that has assisted us in the build of our On The Move Caravans- Grenade series 2 has been Dometic. They are well known throughout the caravan and RV industry for a number of products.
In our case, we have a new ceramic toilet and I am going to review it as well as i can.
Not much of a challenge, you say, well here is where we differ. The Dometic ceramic Bowl toilet is a whizzer, pun intended! No, really its a beauty. To start with the ceramic finish is shinier that we have seen before in a RV toilet. The shiny surface means that it is easier to clean, means that you are not going to spend a great deal of time in maintenance of this wonderful product. The flushing system is also a little different from what we are used to. The flushing system is what you would expect, push the button in the middle and it works as per always. There is a warning light that indicates the need to empty the tank, soon, later, and NOW..we have only acted on the first warning, Orange.
the tank itself comes with an extender handle and is equipped with two trolley style wheels so rather than carrying the tank to the emptying point, it can be wheeled.
Monday 25 May 2015
Sunday 10 May 2015
Every Picture Tells a Story
Monday 4 May 2015
The Wave - a poem by Marg.
The Wave 4/5/2015
Born thousands of ocean miles away, it has travelled far to arrive on this beach. Through sun and storm, cold and warm, to a destiny set by the moon.
At last, the welcoming shore of the new land.
Now the wave grows, swells, liquid but solid, dark green, lifting higher to a sharpening edge.
Now a tiny spray starts on its peak before it topples over with its own powerful weight. It is suddenly white and cascading; crashing down on itself and sucking out energy.
Now it runs forward, flat, ever weaker, until it’s a patch of ragged lace on the sand, only to be pulled back into the sea.
Just like that it is over, it’s gone.
But Mother Ocean goes on; for her, it is never over. She is infinite, and as beautiful as each of her waves.
Born thousands of ocean miles away, it has travelled far to arrive on this beach. Through sun and storm, cold and warm, to a destiny set by the moon.
At last, the welcoming shore of the new land.
Now the wave grows, swells, liquid but solid, dark green, lifting higher to a sharpening edge.
Now a tiny spray starts on its peak before it topples over with its own powerful weight. It is suddenly white and cascading; crashing down on itself and sucking out energy.
Now it runs forward, flat, ever weaker, until it’s a patch of ragged lace on the sand, only to be pulled back into the sea.
Just like that it is over, it’s gone.
But Mother Ocean goes on; for her, it is never over. She is infinite, and as beautiful as each of her waves.
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