The van has passed her MOT! She went in this morning at 8.30 am. Stuart paced the corridor outside, chain smoking furiously, beads of sweat glistening on his furrowed brow as he waited for news..eh, no he didn’t. I just made that up.
He was as calm as any man would be when you’ve already replaced virtually every part of the van and the pre-MOT check two weeks ago carried out by our nice local garage (hello M&D Motors) revealed nothing more sinister than a teeny hole in the floor and leaky drive shaft seals – all easily fixable.
And so we have started our journey and are now staying the night on a pretty soulless campsite 20 minutes from Portsmouth. The last few days have been hectic – seeing family and friends, some seriously enthusiastic partying on Saturday which meant a slower than required pace on Sunday, leading to an even more manic Monday of house clearing and packing.
But by 11 am this morning, we were pulling out of our road after one final check that Stuart hadn’t substituted his passport for a bag of apples. And yes that did happen to us a few years back – he unaccountably swapped the bag holding all our passports for 6 Braeburns. This resulted in a tense wait at Gatwick at 4 am while he did the eye wateringly expensive round trip taxi journey home to retrieve them.
But no such drama today. It will be a quiet night in, with good memories of the fond farewells with our much loved family and friends and much to look forward to – all starting tomorrow.
One of my aims for the trip is to fish in every country we visit over the next year. As a precursor, we are in Kilkenny in Ireland this week to see Helen’s mum before we set off and my birthday present was a day’s salmon fishing on the nearby River Nore at the Mount Juliet estate.
Although I have been fishing on and off since I was 14 I have never caught a salmon despite much trying so to be honest everyone’s expectations were low.
Eddie, the gillie, and his Patterdale terrier Jack looked after me and confirmed it has been a difficult season.
Sure enough there was not even a sniff of a fish all morning. So after lunch I set off up river on my own.
After an hour or two I came to a lovely pool, cast a few times with my trout rod and hooked into a salmon. After a few leaps (from the fish) and much toing and froing ( by me) I eventually had to jump into the river and lift it out on to the bank. My first salmon and on the fly!!
Of course, it went back into the river and after a few moments it swum slowly into the pool.
And that was it- after all these years with not a soul anywhere to see it happen – just me standing there trying to believe that it really did happen, the river flowing past, the rain pouring down and a dipper, its white front bobbing up and down, on the river’s edge.
By this time it was lashing down, my waders were full of water so I headed back to the hotel, a grin plastered across my face, looking for someone to tell.
In the foyer of the building where I work, there’s a Tony Cragg sculpture. I think of this when asked about our big trip which starts very soon. ‘Where are you looking forward to going to most of all?’ is a frequent question.
Why I’m reminded of the sculpture is because I first heard of Cragg a couple of years back just after we bought the van. We took it out for a drive into deepest Surrey and stumbled upon the Cass Sculpture Foundation in Goodwood. It’s an amazing place and we idled a pleasant few hours wandering through the parkland dotted with massive sculptures, including some by Cragg. Reading up about him in the visitor centre, I discovered he had a piece on display in my office block. Really?
So that Monday I went through the foyer as usual but this time looked around me and there it was – an enormous stainless steel construction spiralling up the ceiling. I’d been passing it every morning without seeing it, while doing the commuter juggle of walking, texting, fumbling in bag for security pass and sipping skinny americano.
I went up to it, read that it was called Constant Change, studied it for a few minutes and thought about how important it is to just stop sometimes and smell the flowers and how it had taken the van to bring us to a place miles away to see something I’d been oblivious to every morning of my working week.
Back at my desk I passed on this deep, philosophical insight to my colleague. ‘Oh yeah, the thing with all the faces,’ he said. ‘Faces? Really? I say. I went back to have another look.
Anyway, that’s the answer to the question what are we looking forward to seeing most on our van journey which will cover 21 countries. It’s wherever we happen to be. Except now we will have time to stop and see.
I can’t remember whose campervan blog we read which divided everything that needs to be done in the van into ‘blue’ and ‘pink’ tasks. Apologies but we’ve shamelessly copied it for what we need to do preparing for 12 months on the road.
Just over two weeks to D* day and Stuart’s list (that’s the blue one if you are too young to remember when boy babies were automatically dressed in blue) has an impressive number of crossed out completed tasks. My pink list is still a healthy length. As well as the admin stuff involved in leaving your house/job/life behind for a year, my van tasks involve stocking the kitchen cupboard with equipment and staple ingredients – in a post-feminist ironic sort of way obviously.
Our different pace to working through our respective lists reminds me of an exercise we had to do on a work training course – the sort you go on to transform you from sloth to dynamo in 4 hours including introductions and a lunch break. The course leader asked us to imagine we had a project you knew took three days and the deadline was the 30th of the month. Then pointing to the back wall she said ‘. ‘Now go stand beside the day you’d start working on it’.
We obediently swung round to see that the width of the back wall was plastered with a strip of post it notes numbered 1-30. After a moment’s hesitation at day 27, I settled on day 25. One brave soul stood at day 28. ‘I’ll do an all nighter.” she said. Bafflingly at least 3 people stood beside day 1. What’s that about? Didn’t they have any other work to do? Most huddled round no 15- 17. I reckon if Stuart did the course that’s where he’d be standing.
All now positioned by our chosen Post Its we looked expectantly at the trainer for the ‘right’ answer. Turns out there wasn’t one. As long as the job gets done, it shouldn’t matter when you start. The aim of the exercise was simply to highlight how challenging it must be if you are a ‘day 2’ person managing a ‘day 18-er’ or more stress-inducingly a ‘day 28-er’. I remind Stuart of this ‘no right answer’ message when he looks anxiously at my list. Sure there’s plenty of time yet. Dinnae fash yersel.
*departure date 28 September sailing from Portsmouth to Bilbao
You’ve served us well even though you are probably not Danish, vintage or leather the way the eBay ad described you. Even describing you as ‘brown’ was probably a stretch given the faded bits. Continue reading Self Storage Hunters→
Wild camping will be challenging in our T25 because while our van has many wonderful qualities, an en-suite bathroom is not one of them. Drawing a discreet veil over toilet arrangements, here’s how we propose to keep clean when we are out in the wilderness or staying on a campsite where the facilities are a tad basic. It’s a shower kit we’ve just bought from www.campervanculture.com for about £150. Continue reading Into The Wild (camp shower)→
So we booked the start of our journey some time ago, a Brittany Ferries trip from Portsmouth to Bilbao departing in late September. (Less than 90 days to go and counting). And now we have also booked our ferry for the end of the trip (well almost) to take us from Denmark to Iceland and back.
If you’ve seen Trapped, the recent Scandi-noir thriller set in Iceland (very good), then you’ll already be familiar with the MS Norrona as it plays a key role in the drama. It is the only ferry to Iceland and it looks very large and the Icelandic port looks very small. Ólafur Darri Ólafsson (he is very large too) will soon be a household name- well perhaps not.
Randi, our Smyril Line Travel Consultant has been very helpful with suggesting options and pricing so we’ve opted to go for the stop over in the Faroes and the luxury of a cabin with a window. We now have a confirmed booking to depart in August 2017 from Hirtshals at the top of the Jutland peninsula in northern Denmark, stopping at Toshavn and spending a week in the Faroes and then on to Seydisfjodur in Iceland for two weeks. Then it’s a direct sail back to Denmark giving us three nights aboard. Plenty of time to reflect on the year of travel that will be almost over by then.
At about 2500 euros plus meals (and perhaps the occasional beverage) this is by far the most expensive part of our trip but we reckon well worth it and the trip will be a great way to end our year. After all, how many people do you know who have campervanned in the Faroes? Posted by Stuart
The beautifying of the van continues….this week’s task was to remove the really skanky carpet in the footwells and around the gear stick and replace it with black rubber. Here’s how:
Pull up the carpet from around the gear stick. Stop a moment to admire how smart the footwells look now they’ve been covered. Don’t angst too much over the hole you accidentally poked in the rubber bit around the gear stick with the scissors. Not sure what that does anyway.
Lay the carpet over the rubber and draw a rough template in chalk CSI-style. Cut out and glue down.