Things do not happen. Things are made to happen. JFK
Well the odyssey has begun. We moved into Brian last Tuesday and travelled…… 200 metres to the campsite behind the pub next door. It’s a start!
It’s actually a lovely little field and we’ve noticed a strange phenomenon of the same birdsong sounding louder on the field side of the fence than our garden side. The magic of camping!
Kipper is very confused. We don’t normally walk to our holiday home from the house and he’ll be relieved when we finally hit the road for real. We three will be.
The move has left the house clear for us to clean and spruce up before the tenants move in later this week. I greatly underestimated the task of moving out….we just have SO MUCH STUFF. Graham has bravely tackled his demons to dispose of useless bits and pieces….you know those things you will need as soon as you get rid of them and will be worth something one day.
Meanwhile we’ve been loading Brian with essential items for the trip….most of which we’ll probably find surplus to requirements within a few days. However I know we’ll be glad we saved a jar of Josette’s damson jam to enjoy during the first weeks, and a Christmas pudding which I hope I’ll be able to resist until December. These will remind us of the good things to come home to.
When the clear out is complete we will spend a couple of weeks in the UK visiting the kids and adjusting to full time travel. The quote at the top has been written on a post it note on my computer screen for a couple of years.
It has certainly been helpful during the past month but we’re now looking forward to a year of finding out if things can… just happen.
Our kids are convinced that this is what will happen!