It’d always been a dream… Until 26/06/2016.
When I first met Sian I almost lost her Edit by Sian: Never ;-D . Bound for the US of A she was (or Spain). That was the plan as far as it went. Somehow I managed to convince her that a life of mundane sensibility was a fair trade. Balanced against the premise that tomorrow is another day.
As life progressed and our eldest got all grown up, sprogs spawned and we settled into a comfortable life. Cocooned in a blanket of fantastic family, fine friends and a smattering of foreign adventures; we drifted into societal sleep.
Cometh the day. Aaron was nine years old and Tom six. It dawned on us that, if we left it any longer, we’d miss the proverbial boat. In short actions, not wistful wishes, were required.
Wistfulness! Let me go back three years… A good friend bought a Talbot Bedouin and named him Edwin the Bedouin. This was a present to self on her 40th. We were, I’m ashamed to say, more interested in the Motorhome than the four decades passed. A year on and lovely friend had bought a new steed and as luck would have it (Lady Luck often follows us it seems. Edit by Sian: I’m touching a lot of wood after reading this line) decided to bequeath the older model to us. Would you Adam and Eve it! This was our passport to freedom.
The taste of the road was good. Not exactly Sunday roast. More a continental breakfast kinda thing. You know. Maybe some cold meats, olives… new and wonderful cheeses. Anyway we were hooked.
We went all Secret Squirrel, apart from the kids school and close family and friends. We told the kids school that we’d be home schooling for a year and outlined our plans. They were really supportive, but more of that later. We did the house up and put it on the market and started looking for another in the Midlands, near to Sian’s Mum and Dad.
Stress. Buying and selling a house, storage for your life’s belongings, buying a motorhome you’ll be comfortable in for a year, and still holding down jobs and keeping the family sane. The relief when it all started to come together was palpable. Resignation of our professional positions followed, and we were 100% completely and utterly, committed (some think we should have been).
So… Here we are. Up to our necks in Europe. Just Sian, Aaron and Tom and I… Oh and of course our home on wheels… Squeaky. We’ll keep this blog light hearted, hopefully informative and if you have any questions, or just want to chat, we’ll reply as and when the WiFi allows.
Cheers from the Front Line and Happy Travels.
Tony, Sian, Aaron and Tom
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