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Thursday, 8 March 2018

Space, the final frontier

Space.
No, that isn't our next adventure. The Hymer may be a solid piece of engineering but it's a terrestrial machine and I'm not ready for a life on Mars just yet (sorry Bowie). We are, however, now enjoying the relative space of our caravan. Dug out from the snow, pipes unfrozen, the caravan is a welcome break from our mobile kennel. I can enjoy a king-size bed and a large shower, an oven in which we've already cooked ourselves a roast dinner, and I'm not falling over the dogs every time I take a step.
I don't need to be a physicist to understand Einstein’s theory of the relativity of space-time. Relative to Bay View, the caravan is a tiny space, but relative to the Hymer it's a big space. The months since we sold the house has flown and feels like just yesterday, but the weeks we've been waiting for things to happen on our house purchase feels an age! 

We aren't, however, exactly jumping over the moon (another cosmic reference, ahem…) about the prospect of what's required to get a house ship-shape for renting out. We've been seriously wondering about the property-owning thing and whether there’s a better way to live than being owned by a pile of bricks and mortar. Even without debt, property demands constant maintenance if it's to retain its value; in most places anyway. Homes, it seems, are big money sponges.


Anyway, in the meantime, while we think about our next road trip, I am setting myself a challenge. I want to see if I can get through the next few weeks without buying any more plastic. I will not buy any dips, hummus or coleslaw in plastic pots - I will make my own. I will shop in the market instead of the supermarket, and do my best to find shops that sell food loose instead of wrapped. Gareth cynically pointed out that it could cost more in travel, but if it's leg work, it'll be good for me. Oh! I just realised……. I'll have to get myself a shopping trolley; the sort all old ladies seem to have. Aaaarrggghhhh!!! Ok, so I have to swallow my pride and get one. It just has to be non-plastic.

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