God, the plumbing I experienced when travelling.
Big taps, little taps, levers, buttons, knobs, set temperature electrically controlled showers.
Toilet bowls of all shapes, some full of water, some with just water in the bottom, some that would disembowel you if you flushed while sitting on them, some operated by buttons, some by levers.
Rubber plugs, plugs on chains, metal plugs operated by knobs, levers, things you pulled, things you pushed.
But one thing bathrooms all had in common, from Singapore to London, to Newcastle, Hexham, Blackpool, Alnwick, and ferry.
They were all low pressure hand held showers. I did not have a decent shower for my whole time away. I continued to try and shower the way I normally do with shower head in the wall bracket but I had to give up at the caravan as the water pressure was just too low. It was now a case of wet myself, soap up, then rinse off. Horrible.
The worst was the farm near Alnwick. The bathroom was modern enough, but if the shower head was lifted chest height, the water went cool. If it was lifted head height, the water stopped altogether. It was a case of squatting in the bath to use the hand held shower.
The only time I felt really clean was when I had a bath at the caravan in the hip bath, it took an hour to run, and one in Blackpool in the lovely big bath.
So far as I could tell, the boilers provided instant hot water and the water for the heating radiators. There seemed to be no such thing as mains pressure hot water.
It can't be because of water shortage. The toilets all used huge amounts of water and a dual flush is rare in England, although, they tended to need only one flush, unlike ours that require multiple flushes.
The nicest thing I did when I arrived home was get straight into my own shower, with hot water gushing out the non water saving shower head. Bliss as it warmed me, washed away the grime, stress, woes and worries. My shower is my mental therapy. Next time I travel, I think I will take my own shower head, thread tape and a shifting spanner.