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The incredible journey

So… the packers had been and gone and suddenly, it was Friday morning. One day left in the country. One day in which to say my goodbyes before the epic journey started.

I woke up early doors and had a look around. How did I still have so much “stuff”? What was it all for? Had I ever used it? Was it mine? And, more importantly…  How was I going to get it into the car?

What the hell is all this stuff?

Luckily for me, early training from my father had taught me a thing or two about packing (Join the Army – Learn How To Pack A Car). What seemed like 20 hours later after a number of swear words, several strained muscles and a twinge of sadness that the finished product didn’t look neater (my father always manages to find a place for everything with everything in its place. I gave up and just started stuffing things on the top) eventually the car was packed up (and look, I can almost see out of the rear view mirror! I’m sure this is going to be a useful thing.)

Please note the important elements of my packing. A Barbour (never know when I might meet a country squire and have to impress him.) A duvet (in case I have to have a little kip on the way) and shoes (you can tell that by this point I was pissed off and just started jamming things in whereever they would go. Honestly, underneath all the debris, it’s quite neat.)

The rest of Friday was pretty uneventful. I did some shopping (naturally) and mooched around Small Town near to where I grew up. That evening was spent with friends in The Village drinking wine, eating pizza and watching rugby (in all, a near perfect last evening in England).

5 o’clock dawned. I was awake. Just. A cup of tea later and I was almost ready to make the move towards my new life.

The sat nav optimistically said my journey would take 10 hours in total. Awesome. 10 hours on the road I can do. Enough time to sing through the whole of Les Mis and both Glee albums with time to spare.

A couple of uneventful hours later and I was joining the booze cruise hordes in Dover. I saw beardy weirdie types, I saw families, I saw yummy mummies on their way to their second home in the Dordogne. I even saw white cliffs. Could I find a bloody bluebird? No.

Seagulls, but no bluebirds.

Pictures can be decieving. It looks very peaceful and quiet here, doesn’t it. Don’t be fooled. I just happened to capture the 2 seconds when there wasn’t 20 tonne lorries rumbling past. And, since I was stuck in this queue for about 40 minutes, I got very used to the noise, and smell.

A ferry is a ferry is a ferry really. Despite running into a family member on the way…

… the ferry trip wasn’t as eventful as some I’ve had in the past (a story which, one day, I might regale. Possibly when I’ve drunk a couple of glasses bottles of wine.) Inbetween my sitting around and er… walking around, I did notice one thing… Why, if you’re on your way to a country which makes exceptional wine and sells it for a relatively cheap price, would you buy 10 gallons of crappy Californian wine on the ferry over? And look proud about it?

“Drive on the right hand side” my sat nav squalked (I have Alan Dedicoat as my voice – he reminds me of the days when the Radio 2 breakfast show used to be decent). I cranked up the music and started the drive. Pretty uneventful really. Lots of this….

Interspersed with a little bit of this…

In fact the only exciting thing was coming through the Alps. Exciting in the “oh my God it’s dark and pissing with rain and I can’t see and I’m on the wrong side of the road and ooo look there’s a sheer drop to my right and bloody hell these French drivers are nuts” kind of way. I didn’t think it was a brilliant idea to take photos.

However, all the stress and strain was completely worth it when you think of the views I have on my walk to work…

And so… my new life begins in Switzerland. I’ll keep you updated.

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38 thoughts on “The incredible journey

  1. Perpetual says:

    Wow. So envious of your new adventure!

  2. Rog says:

    Go Nutty! Yodel Ay ohhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!

  3. Mud says:

    Well done! So exciting so just go and get stuck in!

  4. L.C.T. says:

    How and when did I miss that you were moving to Switzerland? Why? How exciting :) Looks beautiful!

  5. Kirses says:

    Loverly – am also v jealous!

  6. LizSara says:

    You can’t see me but i am haz sad face that you are gone – but it looks rather lovely and fabulous (and cricket already, excellent). So flights to Geneva are only £50, when am i visiting?

  7. Does this mean you’ll be posting more frequently? I have a honored place in my Google Reader for you, as you were one of the first blogs I entered there. You were also one of the first people to comment on my blog when I opened it two years ago. So you are special to me.

  8. Helen says:

    Those views!!!

    I hope you have a wonderful time x

    • nuttycow says:

      The views (and the chocolate) are one of the best things about Switzerland. I don’t know how anyone could get bored of seeing such beauty every single day.

  9. Brennig says:

    This is ridiculous. I miss you. See? I said it was ridiculous. And look at those heels on the shoes! My God woman, how short are you?

  10. Brennig says:

    Statuesque 5’8″… *arf*

  11. Paula says:

    Very jealous of the views you have!

    Good luck with your new life. :)

  12. Sarah says:

    What a fabulous post! I really enjoyed that!

    I also got a kick out of seeing a map of england on the navigator and the instructions to drive on the other side of the road. American systems are boring in comparison.

  13. roseski says:

    Aww you make me miss my Alpine view!!
    I’m very jealous and very happy for you and can’t wait to hear much more about it!

    Good luck lovely!

  14. Just the other day I was wondering how you were doing in your new place. The views are lovely, and I can’t wait to hear more.

  15. O says:

    Those mountains………..sigh

    Hope you are having a good time.

    • nuttycow says:

      Thanks O. The mountains are pretty. Covered in clouds today. We even had a small flurry of snow this morning. Very exciting! (although I’m sure I’ll get bored of it evenutally!)

      • O says:

        Shall I let you into the bad news? You start taking them for granted.

        The good news is if you go away for a week you start missing them.

        And if you move away years later you yearn for them…..

  16. urbanvox says:

    how very very very very exciting!!!

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