Downtime

We arrived home from Spain on the 17th of March. Yesterday I booked the ferry from Newhaven to Dieppe for 6th September; hopefully we will finally realise our long planned but frequently postponed trip to Sardinia. We have been there twice before, but never in a motorhome. I remember Sardinia's white sand beaches and turquoise sea fondly.. This time as well as sunset swims and snorkeling to look forward to the island's pellucid waters demand to be momentarily disturbed by a big splash. Regular practice over the past few weeks has paid off, most of the time I can stand up on my stand-up paddleboard, but not always.

There will be 186 day gap between when we arrived home in March and the moment in mid September when we hop on the ferry to Dieppe. Since we embraced a semi-nomadic lifestyle over a decade ago the only time we spent more than 90 days in the UK was during the Covid restrictions in 2020. Even then time did not drag so as it has done over recent weeks. After lock down restrictions were eased in the late Spring of 2020 our time was taken up with the big extension we had built in June and July, and   we we busied ourselves with redecoration, paving and re-laying the patio. Fortunately none of us succumbed to the first iteration of the virus. We were lucky.

It's difficult to work out why the past few months seemed to have dragged by. It's true that generally speaking I feel morose when at home and more energised and optimistic when travelling.  Over the past few months the in-between time slump as felt worse than usual. Why? It's difficult to say, its not as if nothing has been going on, some significant things have occurred - lovely things like the arrival of Nico, our first grandchild, it's amazing to watch how babies grow from helpless newborns to super-alert learning machines in a matter of a few weeks.

A day old....

Two months old....

Three months....

Matthew and Krystina are about to become parents too, grandchild number two is due to arrive any day soon. Our two elder children both live in east London. When they first moved there three or four years ago East Village and Hackney Wick was a buzzy hub of  late twenty-something millennial couples. It still is, but now the place's stylish millennials are somewhat older and many are trundling buggies about  There definitely seems to be a mid  thirty-something baby boom happening.

Not to be outdone, Laura, our youngest, living the life in Tokyo these days WhatsApped us with the news that she and her partner Brian were about to get married. Aside from obvious romantic considerations it will simplify her residency status an she is on a one year 'young person's' visa but Brian has a work visa and Laura can share that as a spouse. It was a low key affair, but their marriage certificate is very impressive, if somewhat gnomic.

Back in May I had a landmark moment of my own when I turned seventy. I celebrated the moment by continuing my quest for verticality on my paddleboard. I am making progress. 

It seems to me that there is nothing good about turning seventy, apart from the fact that I am still alive and more or less ok I guess. On the positive side I am fitter than I was ten years ago, I've lost 12kg in weight, eat far more healthily and reduced my alcohol consumption considerably. The downside are the chronic 'conditions' the pair of us seem to have acquired. Nothing actually life threatening but definitely a tad limiting. I appreciate the NHS monitoring machine is there for our own good, but the effect of  regular checkups, blood test results, blood pressure readings and intrusive interventions is somewhat de-humanising, 'I am not a number' you think to yourself, inadvertently showing your age by channelling Patrick McGoohan in 'The Prisoner'.

But turning seventy is problematic, annual medical cover for travel becomes more difficult to come by and unaffordable when you do find a company offering it. Keeping the C class light HGV category on my driving licence proved unexpectedly fraught too. I was diagnosed about ten years ago with a mild heart murmur. At the time the cardiologist explained that it was quite common and nothing to be concerned about. No mention was made of the fact that the condition should be reported to DVLA.  So when I reapplied for my licence, the form required a doctor to affirm my medical conditions, prompting the DVLA  to refer me for a cardiogram. It took three months from sending the form back to  DVLA  to receiving my new licence, thankfully retaining the C class categories. I know I have a tendency to catastrophise, but being unable to drive the motorhome would have complicated our travelling life. My sister-in-law, Jackie ended up on the receiving end of one of my rants about the situation. I feel a bit embarrassed about it now,  it wasn't the politest of responses to someone wishing me 'many happy returns...

 

One upside of being grounded for a few months meant we could book-in the moho for some long overdue repairs and refurbishment. The van is will be 12 years old at the end of the year, not exactly elderly, but definitely middle-aged. No major issues, but a bunch of minor annoyances and wear and tear - the strange flicker from the over-hob lights (even when switched off!), malfunctioning blinds in the kitchen and dining area, the loose fly screen on the habitation door, a new hinge on the bathroom door... all minor stuff really.

Since Brexit Burstner parts have been hard to come by. The simplest solution is to take the van back to  Burstner's main UK dealership - Camper UK in Lincoln. They are professional and efficient, but that comes at a cost, three trips to Lincoln and a final bill of £1200. Add onto that  the servicing and minor  repairs required by the MOT (£468), four new tyres (£602),  the cost of replacing the cam belt (£420   a new battery (£175) then repairs and refurbishments over the past six months have cost well over. £3000.  

Expensive yes, but our motorhome is not just some luxury item that we use occasionally, it is, de facto, our second home on wheels, somewhere we inhabit for four or five months of the year. So we console ourselves with the thought that we don't incur the fixed costs of having an actual bricks and mortar 'place in the sun'. Furthermore, browsing around the gleaming new and nearly new models in Camper UK's showroom, we concluded that no matter how much it costs of keeping our current van roadworthy it is a fraction of the outlay required to replace it. I looked into this when losing my c class license seemed like a possibility. 

In Camper UK showroom there was a new Burstner almost identical to the layout of ours - yours for a mere £92,200! We bought ours when it was four years old - I think we paid £44,000 for it. These days it seems a similar spec four year old Burstner costs around £60,000. I did the maths. - a 2014 Burstner Ixeo similar to ours is advertised on Autotrader for £39,000, but with 30,000 miles in the clock it has half the mileage of ours. Knock off  the 20%- 30% mark-up on the forecourt price and I guess we might get £25,000 - £30,000 for ours if we traded it in for a newer model - so buying a replacement might set us back about £30,000. Given that second-hand motorhomes depreciate around 8% per year then in one year a £60,000 motorhome will lose almost £5000 in value. It makes our recent spending on the moho seem quite modest, especially as things like replacing the cam belt, battery and tyres only occur every five years or so. It's just bad luck that they all needed to be fixed at the same time. So given our age and circumstances it makes good sense for us to grow old gracefully along with our elderly moho! With care it will keep going - I noted on the MOT website that our first moho - a 2006 LMC Liberty - is still on the road - well done Maisy! 

Motorhomes only feel like 'dead money' if you don't use them, and this spring and summer we haven't used the van much at all - just for short trips somw coinciding with visits to Camper UK in Lincoln. 

April - Clumber Park, Nottinghamshire

Pleasant site...

with miles of cyclable paths through Sherwood  Forest.

Clumber Park once had a large stately home in the middle of it. The big house was demolished after WW2 and the landscaped grounds were acquired by the National Trust. Various farrms, a model village, a big lake and the largest working Victorian hothouse remain. We liked the glasshouse and walled kitchen garden.

May - Lincoln

Camper UK wanted the moho at 9.00am. It's 72 miles to Lincoln so a day trip to the garage was not really an option. We booked a couple of nights at the municipal run campsite on the outskirts of the city. The site is basic but serviceable and situated in Hartsholm Country Park. Nearby there are woodland walks with lakes and ponds, it's a pleasant spot. 

With the moho booked in for repair we had a whole day to mooch around Lincoln. We've been a few times before and visited Cathedral, castle and museum. This time we mooched around more modern redevelopment by the river. I imagined this was a recent change until I discovered the shopping mall opened in 1992! It seems the previous visits must have been longer ago than we imagined.

There is a sensitive balance between old and new. Maybe Lincoln is the loveliest small city in England, not such a tourist trap as York or Canterbury, though Warwick has its charms too. Though the moho was in the workshop all day not all the repairs could be completed, some parts were still on order. A return visit was required.

July - Lincoln, Louth and Rutland Water

In fact in was a further two months before the bits a pieces arrived - back to Hartsholm Country Park's woodland walks. The Peak District had been very dry and sunny, but Lincolnshire was at the point of the dry spell becoming a drought. Fields were straw coloured - not good news for the supply of veg over the coming months.

This time we headed up the high street. Beyond the Stonebow Gate the area felt a bit grungier  - a mix of vape shops, hipsterish clothes shops and nail bars - characterful we decided.

Rather than drive straight home we decided to take a couple of days to visit the Lincolnshire Wolds and Rutland. We don't know the East Midlands particularly well. It's not a spectacular landscape but pleasing nonetheless. The Searchforsites app marked a motorhome 'aire' in the cattle market in Louth - a very rare occurrence in the UK. It was tricky to find the entrance and the service point was somewhat primitive, but at least it exists, a rare thing in the UK, a town that welcomed motorhomes!

Louth itself is lovely, a great example of an English market town that seems to be thriving, with lots of locally owned shops, traditional butchers and bakers and a busy produce market. There is a downside - the fruit and veg were being sold in pounds and ounces, a surefire sign of right wing leanings. I suspect enthusiasm for the Brexit party has morphed seamlessly into support for Reform UK. I am happy enough to appreciate the beauties of rural England as a visitor, but I couldn't live in a traditional country town, even though I grew up in one. Too conservative and traditional, too many toffs and too much respect for King and country. I can't be doing with it 

However, it's undeniably very beautiful and has an astonishing Perpendicular church with the highest spire of any parish church in England.

After a night in Louth we spent a couple of days camping on the shores of Rutland Water. There are footpaths and cycleways around the reservoir,  it's a gentle, bucolic landscape, profoundly English.

The only place you are allowed to launch a paddleboard on the reservoir is from the watersports centre on the opposite side. We had to unpitch the moho and drive there. It was fun, but at £25 for a day  pass considerably more expensive than most places. It's owned by Anglia Water so I guess they've got to finance the overblown salaries of their executives by monetising everything.

So, only three trips over the past few months. Undoubtedly we should have 'got out more', especially as we've just had the driest spring and  warmest summer on record. So what's our excuse? - partly the great weather we've had. - Buxton is surrounded by the Peak District national park, there are lovely walks and great cycle trails all within a ten minute drive. 

It's been a good year for gardening too, which is rarely the case 1000' up in the Pennines, so we've spent hours just trimming and weeding and generally mooching about outside.

Also, its been fun watching Nico develop from a sleepy newborn into an alert, responsive baby. We visited London twice, and spent more time with our growing family when Sarah, Rob and Nico stayed with us for a week.

Matthew and Krystina arrived a couple of weeks later. When people come to visit we do get out and about more.

Arbor Low stone circle is a few miles south of Buxton. It is part of a network of neolithic monuments covering the uplands near Monyash. 

Next day we all headed for Chatsworth - it is magnificent, again somewhere we tend to overlook just because it's on the doorstep.

So with all ths positive stuff happening why do I feel a bit glum? A mixture of things probably. Generally I am happier when travelling than at home. For both of us this has been exacerbated by the consequences of catching Covid in late July, our symptoms were unpleasant but relatively mild. However its an evil virus which hangs around in your system for months afterwards, haunting its victims with ghostly flue-like symptoms which don't seem to be physically detectable - you feel fatigued and feverish but your temperature is remains on the low side of average. As an ailment its very on trend - a virtual illness.

We also appear to have acquired a Goalhanger pod-cast habit spending most evenings watching either The Rest is Classified, The Rest in History, or the Rest is Politics, either Rory and Alistair's version  based in the UK or Katty and the Mooch in the US. The first two podcasts covering Espionage and History are entertaining and presented by engaging, knowledgeable presenters who make the topics really come alive. The latter two more politics podcasts are very good too, but they enlightening rather than entertaining. I am not sure that being presented with insightful analysis about the state of the world on an almost daily basis is actually good for the soul. It is no surprise given the increasingly chaotic state of international relations, the growth of divisive, authoritarian regimes and right wing popularism that parallels are drawn between the 2020s and the 1930s. It is a sobering thought, because we all know what happened at the end of the thirties.

I've written this post over a few weeks, it's taken ages. For some reason I can't seem to concentrate on anything right now - maybe that's a post-viral symptom too. Anyway, now our ferry is next Thursday. Before then we are heading to Abbey Wood Campsite in London so we can visit our Sarah and Rob and Matthew and Krystina. Visiting Laura and Brian in Tokyo is not so simple, but we have plans - to spend a month in Japan next May - the flights are booked!

In fact it's taken so long to write this that the family has actually grown! Matthew and Krystina are no longer expectant - Jesse was born just over a week ago - all seems well, which is great. 

At the macro level the world right now may seem  to be channelling Yeats'  'Second Coming', but its microcosm is more nuanced, small is  beautiful, and nothing more so than a newborn. It will be great to see Nico again and make Jesse's acquaintance. Beyond that, I can't wait to be on our travels; taken moment by moment life is full of small pleasures and beautiful things, its only when you connect all the dots that it all becomes scary.