That appointment that called us away from Cambridge? It’s with a company that buys motorhomes.
There was much debate about the timing of this appointment. Was it better to leave it until after our workshop booking or get it out of the way before? Better to reduce the risk of getting to the end of this trip without a sale or make a deal early and tour secure in that knowledge? Bear in mind we no longer have storage for the motorhome – there is no home to retreat to. Much debate. I would’ve preferred to sell privately but time isn’t on our side there. We just couldn’t risk getting to our departure date without a sale.
It’s not helped by while I recognise it’s time that our lovely motorhome was retired, my appetite for this mode of European travel is nowhere near sated. Even though we’ve clocked up over 50,000 miles (80,000 + kilometres) and almost three solid years travelling since 2013. There are so many dots in Google Photos reflecting everywhere I’ve taken pictures that parts of Europe have turned into a solid pink blob.
But I am …Nowhere …Near …Done.
So there you have it. My frame of mind, total denial, vs Himself’s forward motion towards this appointment. It’ll come to a head today, one way or the other. I’m not sure what I dread more – making a deal, or not. It changes by the hour.
In the meantime, there’s a bit of house elf-ing to do before we get there, a mini decluttering and cleaning to make sure it’s looking it’s best. It’s a task I do with a heavy heart. Emotions and tensions are high. Tears are shed, mine of course. It’s been just just three on the road for a long, long time.
It’s here I’m happiest, in Europe. I’ve never made a secret of that. It’s where I feel truly at home and I’ll miss it sorely. My squirrels! *Sob*
I suspect Himself will too. From his first time behind the wheel, he took to it like a duck to water.
Since then he’s fearlessly navigated roads I wouldn’t take a Mini up, through treacherous mountain passes, along endless water ways, squeezy hedgerows, hair raising hairpin turns and roads that weren’t. How could you not miss that?
We’ve an hour’s drive to get where we need to be. A very detailed inspection and testing process follow, then a test drive. I’m surprised at how thorough the process is.
And then it’s done. A deal is struck and all that’s left is the paperwork which will follow by email. We have an upper mileage limit but it’s achievable, and we’ll be able to leave anything we want to in the motorhome. That will take some stress out of usual end of trip packing, this one in particular.
So the pressure is off, but for me, it’s a sad, sad day.
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