Great job now you'll be able to instruct on how to back a van LOl

CONGRATS

I'm still chufed with myself this morning! Have dreaded it for so long.
I did think I would "ask a bloke"' to do it for me, or at least supervise me, but that was a rare moment of madness.
If I am going to travel, I have to be able to do what has to be done.... and usually do, but by crikey I was scared of this one.

I do value the support I had from this forum. Thanks to you all.

Rosie

Congrats from us too Rosie, we also have a tight driveway down the side of the house - no worries, but do you think 'his lordship' can back into a sight in one go?? Nup!

Lol@ his lordship

Goodonya Rosie... even having a go is praiseworthy, but to successfully complete the manouvre first time... you're a hero! Now you can go out and take on the world!

Thanks Gerty.

Everyone has challenges to face, and this was mine.

I guess it may not be a big one for many others, but it sure was for me, and I dreaded it, and put if off until I was forced to have a go. Unlike lots of people, I had no choice as no one else was going to do it for me.

I guess life is made of small victories.

Rosie

Good on you Rosie! You had a go and you did good, girl! What about anyone else? Any other heoric deeds done? I have done a few in the medical sense, but nothing springs to my mind while travelling.

I reckon any woman who travels alone is a hero-
Also any woman who travels full time - with partner or not- is also brave.

So agree about women who travel alone being heroes! So agree, and I bet you most of them will say they are not heroes, but I certainly think they are too, Rip and Rosie. Very challenging. Not so sure I could do it, and not so sure I could travel full time anyway. I like having a home base to return to.

I pulled a mate out of the drink once when he fell off the rocks while we were fishing at Tomaree Headland. I had about 30 seconds to climb down and get him out of harms way before the next set of waves hit the rocks. Dropped my fishing rod and scrambled down to where he was wedged in the rocks. Yelled at him to grab my hand, but he was on the verge of consciousness, so I had to scramble down further and grabbed one arm and pulled him back up to where I could get a hold of him. When I was pulling him up by the arm I was dreading feeling the grinding of broken bones, but didn't have time to to do anything else. Got him up to where I somehow pushed him up to the next ledge, climbed up over him to get out of the way myself, and copped the spray from about 12 feet of green water as it inundated the ledge we were on seconds before. Pushed and shoved him up the next 5 meters or so to the top of the rocks, then had to drag push and shove him about 500 meters through kangaroo tracks in the bushy scrub till we got to the road. Walked him (thank goodness he was aware enough to walk with assistance by now) about a kilometer back to the car then drove him to the medical centre where he spent the next 3 days and got a few stitches in his face/head. End result: his Mrs forbade him to go fishing with me because I was a bad influence on him.