Motorhomes have the rather wonderful property of being moveable.
Only thing is: not all of the thousands of places we can park them (some here) are flat. Which leads to an interesting array of in-van problems: needing ropes and crampons to get to the kitchen, risking important anatomy as the loo door slaps shut, and face-planting into that swinging wardrobe door as you attempt to pass. Not to mention the ‘clinging on’ sensation from sleeping in bed on a wonk, and the resultant aching back of a morning.
The simple solution: get some ramps. Only thing with ramps is, which wheels do you put ’em under, and how far do you drive up them? After years of guessing, or staring at a bit of remaining tea in a cup and trying to suss out our angle of wonk, we bought Zagan, and he had a two-way spirit level in him. Dead simple to fit (not that I managed it!), cheap and easy to read. Sorted. Almost. We do still have the odd, ahem, discussion about how level ‘level’ is. In the photo above, I deem this to be level, ish, while Ju prefers the bullseye in both directions kind of level…
Here’s the level on Amazon, if you’re still using the old ‘tea cup’ approach!