Scotland to Salisbury. Yes, a good title for this blog. A more apt one could have been; How on earth did I get here!
Mmmmmm! There's a life story there.
I guess the start was the spreadsheet that slowly but surely revealed the unusual fact of not only was the purchase of a half decent Motorhome possible, but it looked like travelling and living in it was financially viable too.
Believe me this was truly 'startling'. Financial viability and my good self are rarely seen together.
"Hang it all Tanya! We only have one life and I reckon one more adventure is definitely on the cards, what do you reckon?"
I guess the start was the spreadsheet that slowly but surely revealed the unusual fact of not only was the purchase of a half decent Motorhome possible, but it looked like travelling and living in it was financially viable too.
Believe me this was truly 'startling'. Financial viability and my good self are rarely seen together.
"Hang it all Tanya! We only have one life and I reckon one more adventure is definitely on the cards, what do you reckon?"
The answer was of course affirmative. So, here we are, on the adventure.
We've got as far as Salisbury. My brother Richard lives here and a long stay with him was always on the cards.
He suffered an unfortunate accident in 2009 and is now finally in his converted, and adapted to his needs, bungalow. Very plush it is too.
He has a full time carer whose duties also include looking after guests. I am going to have to be careful this stay does not get too comfortable! But with lots of 'things to do' for him and for myself which are now nearing completion I am pleased to say I am getting itchy feet and want to be on my way.
I have still to master the true motorhomers art of setting off on a journey without having to stop almost immediately as a crash from somewhere behind indicates once again a drawer or cupboard left open or not securely latched by yours truly.
I thought I'd mastered it once and indeed no cupboard or drawer came flying open. It was Tanya that went crashing to the floor as I had forgotten to tie her bed securely to the passenger seat where she travels as mistress of all she surveys.
The look I got from her said it all!
"I'll get there one day Tanya. I promise." Fingers are well and truly crossed at this point.
We've got as far as Salisbury. My brother Richard lives here and a long stay with him was always on the cards.
He suffered an unfortunate accident in 2009 and is now finally in his converted, and adapted to his needs, bungalow. Very plush it is too.
He has a full time carer whose duties also include looking after guests. I am going to have to be careful this stay does not get too comfortable! But with lots of 'things to do' for him and for myself which are now nearing completion I am pleased to say I am getting itchy feet and want to be on my way.
I have still to master the true motorhomers art of setting off on a journey without having to stop almost immediately as a crash from somewhere behind indicates once again a drawer or cupboard left open or not securely latched by yours truly.
I thought I'd mastered it once and indeed no cupboard or drawer came flying open. It was Tanya that went crashing to the floor as I had forgotten to tie her bed securely to the passenger seat where she travels as mistress of all she surveys.
The look I got from her said it all!
"I'll get there one day Tanya. I promise." Fingers are well and truly crossed at this point.
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