Early mornings and late nights have been on the menu in the final push to get out of the house. With tenants turning up and a removal truck on the verge the pressure was really on. But against some odds we made it.
Do NOT underestimate the length of time it takes to prepare for a big trip. It’s taken us 6 weeks of full time prep, clearing and packing. A big thank you goes out to everyone who helped clear the decks, occupy the kids and encourage us along the way. It made all the difference.
But that’s it…done! Our 4 bed house fitted into a single garage; the remainder of our lives spilt between a caravan and a camper. We finally hit the road on Thursday and left our old lives behind (for a bit).
First stopover on our educational and life affirming trip…Daventry. The spiritual home of the freight terminal and industrial estate! Well you have to start somewhere right? But it was just for the night, maybe next time Dav.
Our first port of call is actually Katryna’s birthplace, the Isle of Man. With its small roads, lack of serviced sites, expensive ferries and need for a caravan permit, we have left the Bailey in storage for one more week. Tryna’s mum also runs holiday cottages, so lots of good reasons not to take the caravan on this leg. Sandy beaches and ice creams await.
The ties that bind have finally fallen away and the relief is tangible. We’re technically of ‘no fixed abode’ and it feels great! So far I’ve grown my hair 12 inches, got a tattoo of a tree and learnt to dance with fire sticks! That’s just day 1.
Roadschooling starts with a Manx history lesson…the Vikings, Queenies (a type of small scallop), kippers, seals, steam trains and basking sharks.
The odd pint of Bushy’s ale might also be on the curriculum!