Backpacking with a Removal Van (1)
I would never have guessed that moving house at Christmas time would feel just like backpacking.
The chaos, the spontaneity, not knowing where you spend the night or where your next destination will be—it’s all there. Even down to the food poisoning.
True, the choice of destination is restricted to a toss-up whether we’ll spend Christmas in Borth or Tadley and the food poisoning is due to a seasonal bout of gastric flu, rather than exotic bugs. And where we’ll spend the night is determined by when we finally finish packing and loading the van and whether we’ll be snowed in on the way. But still—it feels much the same as being on the road. Without the sun and the scenery, but thankfully also without the touts.
This move is definitely something worth chronicling over the next few days, but because we don’t have internet in the flat yet it may have to wait a bit. In the meantime: Happy holidays! And you Bootsnall party people: I hope you had a great time and recover quickly from your hangovers—there is more to come!
Denni