So this is it. The night before the big day, where I bravely venture into the dark realms of the North. All packed. I say all packed, that is in fact a dirty lie. I am packed in the sense that I have a large pile of semi organised crap/possessions piled on my bed waiting to be packed into the car in the morning. A bit daft really seeing as I now have to move all said crap to the floor so I have somewhere to sleep. I have also splashed out on two budget 'Halfords-own' bike carriers for my roof rack that seem, judging by my dry test run earlier today, to have as much vertical stability as an old age pensioner on roller skates. It is going to be an interesting journey.
Two bikes, Two boats, boating gear, biking gear, one guitar and a ridiculous amount of clothes. Considering I have spent the last few months surviving with what I had packed in one bag to move to my sisters, I had forgotten just how many torn and tatty clothes I actually owned. Of course it is all coming with me.
There have been doubters voicing very hurtful comments that my little blue tardis wont fit it all in. They are wrong. They have to be.
As some may know the housing situation up North changed yet again, for reasons too complicated and boring for me to bother writing, but the new house looks promising. Rather than waste a few valuable seconds of my life describing it now I will wait until tomorrow, when I can actually describe what I am seeing/feeling/smelling...
Manly tearless goodbyes have been said/grunted, tire pressures have been altered, and petrol tanks filled. The opportunity to sample one last free beer courtesy of my sisters fridge presents itself in the form of a large bottle of 'Goblin'....this is the last little update from Wales. Newcastle here I come.
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