Managing a Motorhome Water Supply
Cynthia and I like to wild camp as much as possible. The length of time we can stay away from civilisation is dictated by our water supply. Our potable water tank holds one hundred litres. In a bricks and mortar home where turning a tap produces an unlimited supply of the wet stuff, one hundred litres doesn’t go very far.
According to the This is Money website, a household tap delivers water at six litres a minute. At that rate, our tank would be empty in seventeen minutes. One hundred litres is roughly the amount you could fit in a bath, as long as you don’t want to climb into it.
The average Brit uses one hundred and fifty litres of water every day. Our water supply lasts Cynthia and me for three days. That’s an average of thirty-three litres a day between us, about one-tenth of the average.
Most people’s use of water for personal hygiene is extravagant by our standards. We shower once every four days. I am skinny as a rake, and Cynthia doesn’t sweat much for a big girl. Just kidding, she is slimmer and far more fragrant than me. A shower every four days keeps the flies away and ensures the people we meet on our travels don’t wrinkle their noses in disgust. Anyway, scrubbing our bodies isn’t as important as being able to live most of our time out in nature.
Our main tank holds one hundred litres, but we have an emergency ten-litre plastic jerrycan which we keep in our wardrobe-sized bathroom. I emptied that into our main tank last night after three days parked in blissful solitude on the rocky shore of the Étang de Leucate.
We’ll move later today. We need to empty our black and grey waste, buy food and top up our water supply. To do that, we need to negotiate a narrow and steeply winding street to Leucate’s village cemetery. There’s always a tap or two close to flower covered graves. France’s gendarmerie has recommended this unusual water supply on several occasions. We’re happy topping up there, and the cemetery residents don’t appear to mind.