Nearly three weeks in the UK and I haven’t thought of blogging. It’s been a busy visit what with visits to the dentist and opticians for me, a service, MOT, welding work, wheel alignment new windscreen and failed attempt for new music system for Percy, it all takes time and is absolutely necessary.
Those were the obligatory chores, the fun times were spending most of the time with friends and family, catching up with folk that I haven’t seen for years, swapping stories, good food and wine and generally being with the people that I love and that matter to me in the UK. I never get to see everyone, there just isn’t time but I try to ring the changes and make the most of every visit.
It’s never really a time that I think of blogging, not intentionally, it’s just how it is. It’s time being ‘at home’ even though I flit from place to place and am never static for that long. Perhaps that will change now that I have a longer term project on the go. My trips back to the UK being more like travel and the periods in my new home being more settled. That’ll take time to come true whatever as there is a massive journey to undertake on that plot of land without going anywhere.
I am more prepared, now that I am on my way back to france. Percy arrived back with empty cupboards, feeling lighter than he had done since we set off over a year ago, most of his load stored in a neighbours barn whilst we are away. During the last few days I have emptied all my possessions from Dad’s garage, thoroughly sorted them and chosen those items that I think shall be the most useful. Tools and equipment, tents and camping furniture, books from the loft and bedding for guests, my own strimmer for cutting down the weeds and a hammock for lounging under the big oak tree when it’s too hot in the heat of the day.
Poor Percy is fuller with things that I have ever seen, hopefully not excessively, he is a transit van after all, but the journey back to Vieuzos will be quicker and more direct. I’ll be on a mission to get there, with a mission to continue once I arrive. I may be gone from these pages for a while, until I get power and a phone line, not that on the odd occasion I won’t think to use the internet cafe up the road or a visit to friends and have a sneaky ten minutes on line.