The voice is no better, but I have a few days without a rugby match, so I am hopeful it will be restored by Wales v Fiji on Wednesday.

Robert, unused to a quiet wife, keeps asking me if I’m OK. The basic answer is yes, but for a woman with an opinion on pretty much everything, a period of enforced silence is a form of torture. I can just about stretch to travel directions. Despite three goes at explaining the Sat Nav system to us we have reverted to Google Maps (other apps are available), so I am navigating while Robert drives. I know this is re-enforcing stereotypical male/female roles, but to be honest he is a dreadful passenger and we quickly end up squabbling when, for no apparent reason, he adopts the brace position. He is also way too slow with clear instructions. I, on the other hand, am a terribly relaxed passenger and have no issue with telling people where to go.

We have headed to the south of Kyushu, to Miyazaki and Aoshima, to the beach for a couple of days, unfortunately no one thought to inform the weather gods and so, climatically, it has been a little disappointing, however we are promised sunshine from Tuesday onwards.

There was one bright spot however, when the sun did peep out and we decided to take a break from the expressway to see if we could find the Japanese equivalent of Bar du Port. I am happy to report that we didn’t do too badly. I didn’t quite get a bottle of Muscadet and moules frites, but we found an amazing fish supermarket (I know on a Sunday!) in a place called Saiki (we were looking for the castle, but clearly the navigator wasn’t paying attention and we ended up in the port) and so stocked up on sushi rolls and sashimi, which we ate while sat on the sea wall watching the fishing boats. Robert as happy as a dog with two tails.

We found the RV park – they all seem to be tarmac car parks with loos, washing machines (if you’re lucky) and close to an Onsen, so you can have a bath. We visited the Onsen – this one had a hairdryer (deep joy) and then settled down to do some admin (me blogging & Robert paying HMRC and off-hiring a digger) so picture if you will this slightly surreal scenario, the pair of us sat in the Camper, on our respective laptops typing away while listening to Desert Island Discs.