Chris left Arran on Sunday morning to drive down to his Mum's and was very over loaded. The mini-bus was full to the gunnels, with two kayaks and the sailing dingy strapped to the top. He made it there by ten and brother Mike and nephew Jasper helped to unload everything into the garage. Our front porch is now full with all the gear that wouldn't fit in and this Sunday it will be packed in and around me and the children and we will all drive down to Bridport.
Our party was great, saying goodbye to everyone is a bit sad but it is only for a year and we hope to see some of you en-route. Next week (on land) 'boat school' starts for the children, Susie will get to miss a week as she is off to Camp. Once the boat is handed over school days will comprise of helping to fit out Octopus until we are underway, we need to get across Biscay as soon as possible before the good weather turns to bad!
I keep going from room to room wondering what I have forgotten to pack, I don't want to end up 500 miles away and realise the passports are in the kitchen draw. The food in the house has almost gone, the fridge is very empty, everyone who calls gets bits and pieces from the bottom of the freezer or strange jars from the back of cupboards.
Seems funny without a dog around, this will be the first time in all my life I have been without a dog or in fact any pet. I expect to see some strange and unknown animals move onto Octopus at some point while we are in hotter climates, invited or not. Lizzie usually finds new animal or insect 'friends' wherever we go.