But today I've got some proper news to share. Remember a while back I told you that I'd decided to live in the motorhome until the autumn? Well, yesterday everything changed. My letting agent rang to say the tenants had given a month's notice. 'Better move in!' I said without hesitation. To find someone else to rent my house would mean extending my adventure in small space living way beyond my planned end date. I'm thinking of my kid when I say that the time has come for it to end.
So my adventure will stop more abruptly than I'd planned. But then again I'd factored in some wiggle room for fate. On one hand, because I love this way of living so much, my heart with its traveller ancestry feels sadness. I must put down roots but there's lots of positives too.
Firstly, I was dreading kicking my tenants out. I knew that they were a young family with a baby. The threat of donning the mantle of evil landlady was bearing down on me. Now they've made the decision to move themselves, it's a big relief. Then there's the fact that many of my friends and family are so happy for me. I have to say that some found it hard to accept that it was a positive life choice to live in such an unconventional way. They'll be much more comfortable visiting me in a house. I'm swapping good for good too. The house is beautiful, in a gorgeous part of the country. I'm a stone's throw from the sea and that's been a lifelong dream. And perhaps the downside of my campsite is that it is a little cut off. I'm not a city girl but love the intimacy of village or small town living. It'll be good to get back to the kind of civilisation that suits.
So for the next month I'll be dreaming and scheming of my new life by the sea. But I won't be giving this up this life entirely. My plan is to keep Klaus the Knaus here. That'll mean that I'll retain a moorland base, an economical second home, near to the South West's major transport links. Thinking about it I could have the best of both worlds!