We've embraced the 'Slow' philosophy as a way of life - what's the hurry?. Taking time to smell the roses (usually on a glass of Viognier) is more our style. Having spent more then 3 years on the road, slow travel has become a way of life. We have revised our plans completely and now focus on quality, not quantity, slowly.
Once again internet is dire, so this post is late.
We finally left our friends Pete and Kath in
peace on July 22 after more than 3 months. We could hear the champagne corks
popping as the back wheels crossed the cattle grid. (Actually, they were walking
in the Alps at the time, but I’m sure they were glad to get home and find an
Our first stop was Porthmadog, still in Wales
(we loved the weather so much), so we could do our last steam train trip to
Caernarvon on the Welsh Highland Railway. Of course we wandered around the Norman
castle and found a lovely pub for lunch.
We had thought that we would spend some time
in Ireland visiting friends, but honestly we just couldn’t stand anymore of
this terrible summer. I need some sun and warm weather, we need some summer
before it’s over.I think I’m suffering
Next stop was Shrewsbury, chosen for the fact
that it was on the way to where we needed to be to have some more work done the
new (old!) motorhome. What a surprise find this town was, really lovely with
loads of Tudor architecture. This is where I did my first bike ride since the
accident. I was really nervous and made Lawrence ride my bike first to make
sure it was going to behave. I made it to the shops and back without mishap.
It’s amazing what you’ll do to buy wine.
Whilst the van was having some bits done –
including a smart new trailer for Mojo, we spent 3 days in Oxford with Hilary
and Alun and then back to Spratton in Northamptonshire with Stephanie and Mark.
Our introduction to Oxford was a Chilean wine
tasting in the Great Hall at Oriel College – simply wonderful! Oxford is a real
architectural feast for the eyes – everywhere you look is another stunning
college, church, tower, pub… We also
popped over to lovely Bury St Edmund’s for a day to catch up with Lawrence’s
sister Helen who was staying with a friend there.
Lawrence, Helen and Karen in Bury St Edmunds
We left UK shores on August 3, ferried to
Calais and drove south. Spent one night in Normandy and made it to Brittany the
next day. We are now in the beautiful (post-war rebuilt) walled city of St Malo. I finally
feel like we are back in Europe and have restarted what was rudely interrupted
than 4 months ago.
The ankle is OK but still swollen, stiff and
numb. I can walk for more than an hour but am a bit slow and need to rest
often. Frankly I’m sick to death of it!
We new home is slowly coming together. There
is not as much storage space as the Mog, which was very well designed to
maximise space. We accumulated too much stuff as I kept finding places to put
things. Lawrence even found a hidey hole under the wardrobe that we didn’t know
about!!! Could have bought more sherry. The new bus is packed to the gunnels
and we sent quite a few things to the charity stores in Conwy. No more
Off to Jersey tomorrow to stay with our
friend Sam’s Mum.