Happy New Year One And All

So that was 2013, it started with a bit of a bang ... around 3am on the 19th of January when our original motorhome was written off, and ends on a fairly quiet note in Alcossebre Eastern Spain, in Moho Moho, Part Ambulance and Part old Moho. Since we have been in Spain we have seen at least a dozen of our old Talbot/Citroen/Fiat/Peugeot based mohos (one of them a J-reg) so if it hadn't been for some pissed up, work-shy piece of shit car thief, no doubt the old wagon would have made it this far and further. The pictures below are a random sample of highs and lows; summer in Southend and Leigh on Sea, Canterbury, Whitstable, Thetford, the old Moho's last journey to donate it's parts to the Talbots and its variants elsewhere, the ambulance and it's transition to Moho Moho (so good they named it twice). A suspected broken Scaphoid bone, Planking where one shouldn't, and the start of shifting our other life to a shipping container somewhere in deepest darkest Essex.

Tomorrow we start 2014 in the land of the foreign, having spent an evening in the company of Dutch, German and English travellers much like ourselves, looking for a bit of adventure and sun, before its too late to do so anymore.

Happy New Year one and all, may your 2014 be prosperous, exciting and adventurous.

Christmas Day Night, Boxing Day Morning

This is a weather report, last night we were hit by an offshore gale that drove some of the campers on the shoreline to retreat back to the walls and terraces. On the day we arrived we parked on the shoreline, and after about half an hour I got antsy because I was worried about being hit by an `onshore’ storm, and so we came up three levels. We were protected from the worst of it, but in terms of buffeting, it made the night we spent at the Harrisons in Somerset during the hurricane feel like no more than a breeze.

With only eighteen inches of camper body exposed to the full force of the wind, still on at least half a dozen occasions it felt like we were going to be blown over.

We have taken some photos of the weird effects of the storm on the sea at sunrise. Now at 1pm it’s still blustery but the sea is going in the right direction, the sky is blue and the sea is a turquoise of stunning clarity. The pictures aren’t blurred that’s the familiar rolling surf here being blown backwards and shredded to spray. The distant lumpy looking shots are of spray whirlwinds a long way offshore (we were hoping for a water spout).