Jonathan: Discovered last night that the bike and loaded panniers is so heavy and wide that I couldn’t get it into the van, so cycled over to the buyers house, left the bike and walked back. Exchange of motorhome and payment now complete. Cycled up to the station, and found that the only way of getting the bike to the station ws a service lift in the Howard Centre, which you had to ask for – by going upstears. Instead someone helped me get the bike up the steps to the bridge from the Broadwater side of the railway. No cycle reservations can be made for this leg, but I need not have worried – very few peopele about, so no problem.Train coming in 15mins. Lovely sunny morning.
Jonathan: I’m sitting here in the motorhome, it stripped of everything personal except two piles of carefully organised items, one for each bicycle pannier. Three more big parcels of goods and chattels were sent off at the post office this morning – that’s seven in all now at a total cost of about £107. All that’s left to take with me are a few clothes and toiletries, plus oddments I couldn’t send by post, including two small saucepans and a 5 litre bottle of bicycle chain cleaning fluid!!! I’ve cleaned the motorhome out thoroughly, emptying and disinfecting the loo, santitised the plumbing, refilled the water tanks, polished every surface until it gleams, and got the paperwork ready. Just one thing left to do: sleep my last night in this dear old motorhome, and then drive in the morning take it round to its new owners. It makes me very sad: this motorhome has played such a crucial role in my life over the past 9 years. All the time I’ve spent in it, I’ve probably lived in it for more than two years, all told. I shall be glad to not have the necessity to have to live in it away from home, but for all that I shall miss it very much.
Jonathan: Last day at work today. I bought some eatable goodies to share with close colleagues, and we went out for lunch at The Cork. Feelings all mixed up. Of course I never wanted to have to come here in the first place, last summer; but aside from the frustrating lack of work, it’s worked out well. I shall miss Welwyn GC, St Albans and Hertford. I shall miss the familiarity of Tesco at Hatfield. I shall miss the leaves on the trees – I shall miss the trees! I shall even miss the familar landmarks along the A414, the A1(M) and the M1. But above all I shall miss the company of some good people I’ve got to know. I do feel I’m leaving owing a debt, which I may have the chance to repay. It’s not of money, but one of mutual support and encouragement, comradeship I suppose.
Jonathan: I’ve now got the final day booked at the campsite, so no need now to camp out on the streets of Welwyn Garden City. And someone must have cancelled even without the unpleasant weather I prayed for! (Only joking – who would be so mean as to pray for bad weather?). On the other hand I’ve really got to use up all those tins of beans and soup and stuff I’ve bought at times over the past year, but have never actually got round to eating.
Denise: Today, the postie came with bags of Jonathan’s bits!! Three big bags (feed bags I posted to him last week) that he posted on Saturday afternoon (how’s that for service!) with everything from a feather pillow to a carving knife, bicycle spares to a Mary Webb novel, and kitchen paper towels to tinned mackerel! There’s another bag somewhere on route, and he now tells me there’ll be another three or four sent later this week. And then am bodach himself on Sunday.