This week we can report some actual travelling! We've just come back from another terrific weekend. On Friday night Ann-Marie packed up the van and went to bed in it; the idea was that when Dave came home from work at 3am we'd go straight to Holme Fen so Ann-Marie could join Pig Dyke Molly for some May Day Dawn dancing. It's only an hour or so away, so we thought we'd get a couple of hours kip before the rest of the side turned up. But by the time Dave had got home, showered and changed and we'd managed to not find Holme Fen straight away we'd only got about half-an-hour before the sun and everyone else appeared.
It was wonderful morning, the music and the sunbeams filtered through the lazy mist in the trees while the dancers twirled around each other. Ann-Marie did loads of dancing and Dave was quite moved by the whole experience, but that could have been the lack of sleep and the cold!
Then, after a quick Bucks Fizz, or orange juice for drivers, the rest of Pig Dyke went for a day of fun fun fun in Cambridge. We set off in the opposite direction to join Bourne Borderers at the Upton-upon-Severn Folk Festival. There were at least fifty other border morris sides there, which we worked out meant about six or seven hundred big sticks being wielded around most of the day; it’s only a little place so you had to keep your wits about you! We were reasonably lucky with the weather considering the forecast, which was dire. The rain held off till about five, then it threw it down all night, which meant our walk down to town in the evening to see the outstanding Mr Sid Kipper was very wet. The walk back was even wetter, but we managed to get to sleep and it stopped around breakfast time. By then our guest room was occupied; Heather’s tent was underwater when she got back to it, so she came aboard the Kon-Tiki for the rest of the weekend. Thank you for your company and food Heather, we’re glad we were able to help.
Sunday was chilly but didn’t put anyone off and the procession through the town was brilliant. Dave even put on some face paint and joined in, and believe it or not, did some dancing. He’s blaming lack of sleep again but no one believes him, he looked far too much like he was enjoying himself. Sunday night saw us back in town to see another concert, and then on Monday morning two more dance spots, again with Dave joining in.
To top it all off we got a phone call on Saturday from the estate agent about another viewing. We’ve learnt not to get too excited, but it’s something to look forward to!
Added to lists - 4. Ticked off lists - 1. (Looks worse than it is; three things are the result of spending a weekend in the van.)
When we met we had dreams of a narrowboat but life took over and our boating plans got put on hold. We never forgot our dream though; we borrowed a boat for a couple of trips, had a hire boat holiday and promised that ‘One day we’ll do it’. The kids moved on and moved out and it was just the pension left to tie us. Then Dave got made redundant and the final tie was cut. We needed the money from the house to buy a boat and didn’t want to buy the first one we saw just for somewhere to live, so we bought a campervan. We sold the house and, in a state of freedom between mortgage and mooring fees, went on an eight month friends and relations tour of Europe, New Zealand and Australia.
When we got back we went boat hunting. We found one called Legend that ticked all our boxes and we moved aboard in April 2011. We’re Continuous Cruisers which means we don’t have a permanent mooring and can stay up to 14 days before moving on, so we’re slowly exploring the 2,000 miles of England’s waterways. This is a log of our journey; selling a house and its contents, going around the world and then learning how to live in a tin can. It’s been emotional. It’s been an adventure. It’s still going.