A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
Enter the upside-down-bike-solution, worked at treat. Worked a treat until we needed to go out for dinner that is. But my inventiveness knew no bounds. Whipping out my Swiss Army Knife I whittled a dead branch of a tree into a point and pushed it into the ground at 45°s and attached the washing line to that. Also worked a treat.