Now it feels real…….

Woo hoo……..we have a caravan, what a relief. After a very long and tiring few days our search ended much further afield than we had hoped – we hit the road at 6am yesterday and didn’t get back home til gone midnight this morning!!

BUT, we finally found our caravan – the picture isn’t actually ours but it is the same make and model.

Bessie the caravan (named because she is a Bessacar Cameo 500GLE – so obviously a Bessie) is still ‘up north’ where she is having all her predispatch checks and a few odd jobs done on her to make her ship shape for us to take. We collect her next Tuesday which is cutting it fine as we leave on Thursday but it justs adds to the fun right!!

The search of the last few days has been pretty manic and we have been running on adrenaline for most of the time. We have looked at so many caravans and seen for the most part some real dross. We aren’t buying new and the second hand market is still overpriced (like most things it seems) and so to find something that is actually fairly priced and not in apalling condition is no mean feat but Bessie certainly fits the bill and as we drove home last night the excitement was beginning to trickle through – hubby even managed a celebratory whoop of delight in the middle of the motorway services carpark!! In the howling wind and rain no-one noticed except me who was whooping along as well!!

The next few days are going to be mega busy as we frantically tie up all the loose ends, take copious amounts of rubbish down the tip including some left over furniture, clear the last of the garden, pack up the last of the storage boxes, finish scanning about 3000 photos to the computer, pack up the caravan when she arrives, clean the house and whatever else needs doing that I can’t even think about at the moment!!

We also have to keep abreast of the situation unfolding in France. They are striking against a proposed raise in retirement age from 60 to 62 and are blockading oil refineries which has caused big fuel shortages all across the country. Unfortunately we can’t get across France on one tank of fuel and so we could be stopped up there for longer than we want!! Fingers crossed the situation will be resolved before we get there next week.

So, thats our latest news and progress report!! 9 days to go and it feels very real now……………



Moving abroad is quite a tall order, moving abroad with only two months notice – well that may well seem like madness. But that is the order we have set ourselves and so long days and sleepless nights – interspersed with nightmares about caravans disintegrating (I kid you not) are what we have to get used to for the next 6 and a half weeks.

Its a strange job packing up all your belongings with a view to selling 90% of them off. This weekend we had the first of what I’m sure will be many house/garden and garage sales. The house looks like some sort of warehouse at the moment with boxes everywhere and most of our furniture congregated in our conservatory to make it easier for people to view it.

Having people trapse through your house umming and arghing over your wardrobes and bookcases is also somewhat surreal. Then they start to haggle with you over the price and although you know you have to go through the ritual (people love to haggle right) all you really want to shout is ‘just frikin take it’ but obvioulsy you can’t and so you politely go through the whole procedure.

Chilled white wine seems to make the task easier to bear and has made a welcome return to our house this weekend. I fear it may now be our steady companion until we take to the road at the end of October. Its amazing the effect that first sip will have at the end of a particularly stressful day.

This week will see more ads being placed and more lists being made and more boxes being sorted. My wardrobe which was once vast is now shrinking by the day as I keep sifting through it and consigning most of the contents to the ebay/charity shop piles.Somehow I don’t think that the Betty Jackson faux fur jacket (that I have never worn but which brings a smile to my face everytime I see it) is going to come in very useful in southern Spain – at least I hope not….

Despite all the upheaval and disruption there is an underlying sense of excitement that is building by the week. I keep having to stop and remember that very soon we will be on the road and living what we have been dreaming about over the last few years. When I think of that then I break out into an enormous smile and the mad juggling that is going on at the moment is all worth it……