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And in Conclusion…

Adventure starts at the end of your comfort zone…

Brrrrr! We had frost on our awning today, but we’re cuddly cosy in the caravan! The coldest November day for 6 years, apparently. We are reflective as our first year of unexpected adventures draws to a close and we head towards Christmas at Hunter’s Moon Caravan Club Site, Wareham.

And in conclusion – it is really difficult to write a conclusion.

We thought that we had lost everything when our working lives ended unexpectedly, but as that chapter closed, we realised that adventure starts at the end of your comfort zone.

After more than 30 years of targets and deadlines, we are getting better at not feeling guilty about getting up late, relaxing and doing as we please. One thing that we can’t drop from that ingrained working mindset, however, is that when we finish one trip, we need to have the next trip booked, so that we have something to look forward to.

It is – and always has been – The Law! Continue reading “And in Conclusion…”

Black Monday – Trouble at t’Mill, Lancashire.


“Travel Broadens the Vocabulary.”

A woman once said this. That woman was me. And I said it today – the most vocabulary-broadening day of our trip so far.

Only yesterday, we had met up with friends in Donington and had been telling them what a wonderful lifestyle ours is; touring in a caravan; seeing new and wonderful places; enjoying the freedom of the open road.

This morning, we woke up in a waterlogged field in Leicestershire with Storm Angus raging around us on what shall be known henceforth as ‘Black Monday’.

I wasn’t sure that we’d even be able to get off our grass pitch. We did, but it was the only thing that went well all day. Continue reading “Black Monday – Trouble at t’Mill, Lancashire.”

Home – and Briefly Back ‘In the Brick’!

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We returned home as OUTLAWS!

Pecuniary Pandemonium; the Subconscious Rejection of a Conventional Lifestyle & STOPtober…

We arrived home to a harsh dose of reality. Having no income, we do our best to save the odd Euro here and there, but we came home to a Holy Trinity of pecuniary pandemonium;

  1. A speeding fine from just before we left, 3 months ago; now transmuted into a Court Summons because, being abroad, we had neither received nor responded to it;
  2. A fine for deducting our tax allowance from our tax return, when we should have left THAT to HMRC and;
  3. A fine for our vehicle tax running out. To be truthful, we had been naïve enough to think that we didn’t need to renew our UK tax while the van was out of the country…

We felt like Bonnie and Clyde – mindful that notorious criminal Al Capone was ultimately brought to justice on a charge of tax evasion.

Still, Mark cut his own hair with the dog scissors. That’s £15 saved! Continue reading “Home – and Briefly Back ‘In the Brick’!”