My favourite subject (not) for those who have instant recall of a previous post about my crap-o-phobia and aversion to put my botty on Thetford's finest. Have not given the lavvy flush water much of a thought really, as I am still reticent to use the thing unless i am totally busting, or is a major monsoon and rain is persisting in the horizontal plane and/or it is pitch black outside. Being virtually only caravan park people thus far and having done very little free camping, our water tanks stay as dry as the proverbial nun's nasty most of the time, so unless a prestidigitator in top hat accompanied by "the lovely Rita" is waving a magic wand that instantly converts fresh air to aqua vita on demand, then i can confirm that our 'van's hole in the floor is connected to the mains. It must, however, come through the water pump as it always goes "ticketyboo" (naval speak for comforting engine noises)and wakes me up when she gets up in the middle of the night (several times)and staggers bleary eyed to the end of the 'van in the eerie incandescent haze of those blue lights that are supposed to not wake you in the first place.
Oh, and for those still interested - we are still a poo-free zone unless she is fibbing to me, but as she is the one who empties the lavvy cassette who am i to complain if she has slipped out a small one out of either devilment or by design?