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42 CARAVAN DAYStable at my left hand and over to the right, ifstretch a long arm, I can reach the cold-watertank (which also holds five gallons) and chargemy beaker at the tap. In this way all the haulingabout of cans and buckets inside the van, whichis apt to make life a burden, has been eliminated.Above the cold tank is a corner cupboardIfull ofcrockery, and below it the housemaid's pantry,screened by a curtain. Finally, far above myhead, as I sit on my camp-stool at the stove, areone or two hooks for my housemaid's gloves,kitchen towels and the members of the underworld(of whom I shall have more to tell).ThePrimus stove is set on the floor when in action.It is chiefly called upon for quick frying. Andslnng on the wall by leather straps is my seasonedbrace of wooden spoons known to me as Sweetand Savoury.Ibelieve that all highauthorities on caravanninghave condemned the Rippingille stove, andevery other oil stove with wicks, as obsolete.Some uphold the " duck " oven and cookers ofthat type: others are in favour of coal. For mypart I have tried them all and returned withgratitude to the Rippingille. The coal stovewhich used to occupy the kitchen of SIEGLINDAwas not abandoned without a pang.I doubt if