Friday 2 July 2010

The End Of An Era

On Wednesday morning Dave walked into the estate agent and handed over the keys to No3. We are now officially homeless. We spent our first night as travellers four miles down the road on a very peaceful and quiet camp site. We’re going to be here until the 16th which is when Ann-Marie finishes work. Then we begin our travels for real.
That’s not to say the next two weeks are going to be stationary, oh no; this weekend we’re off to llangollelloggogogg to join in the celebrations surrounding Dave’s cousin Richard’s wedding to the lovely Jill. We’ve been looking forward to it for ages, it’s going to be a brilliant do. Plus we’ll get to catch up with all the Woods, and hopefully get to have a chat with Uncle Michael from Australia about the best way to see as much of Aus as possible in two months.

The weekend after that we’re going to the Ely Folk Festival. This will be our third year at what we reckon is the best festival of the lot. It’s just big enough to have a good atmosphere without feeling like a cattle drive. We’d like to celebrate our wedding anniversary there every year and, as Ely has a river running through it, there’s no reason why we shouldn’t.

Although we are obviously listless as far as the house is concerned (and yes, we crossed it all off), we’ve now got a new one; Things That Need Doing in the Van. There are 9 things on it and Dave has got 11 days before we set off from here.
Can we do it? We’ll have to wait and see!

Thank you to all the people who sent us messages of encouragement, we'll try and get back to all of you individualy when life becomes a little less manic.

1 comment:

Diane said...

Well cant beleive you ahve gone and finally done it!!! Well done and good luck. I hope your nomadic life is everything you dreamed it would be!
Keep in touch and you never know we might be in the same neck of the UK at some point and can meet up.
Look forward to your next blog about your first weekend in the great big outdoors.

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