The journey has begun. We departed Ireland on Tuesday evening after a long day's packing up the car (ehm sorry John).
If you know me, you'll know I'm a bit of an organisational nerd. If you've lived out a car (especially a toyota yaris) for any period of time you'll know how tight things can get. I'm pretty chuffed with the system we've got going in the car, we found these duffel bags in Ikea for €2, which were exactly what we needed to keep all the clothes seperate and contained, and we've set up the boot so that all of our cooking & food supplies are easy to access. We're using plastic storage boxes, which means we can't fit as much in, but the stuff is easier to navigate. With only two of us in the car it's definitely a good trade-off, there's nothing worse than having to search through the entire car for that one fork/jumper/needle in a haystack. Also the boxes work as seats and tables. Multifunctional. Before we left I got really inspired watching George Clarke's Amazing Spaces for ideas on multifunctional design and compact living. Even more food for thought was the Tiny House Movement and related documentaries. In a dream world I'm a really sleek minimalist designer, but in reality I have too much of a love for interesting objects. Perhaps I'm bound to an eternal conflict between the two, or maybe I'll find a happy medium one day.
We had a good night's sleep on the floor of the ferry but arrived pretty hungry at 16.30 (an hour late) in France. We wanted to get on the road asap (cue mantra: drive on the right, drive on the right, drive on the right) but eventually achy bodies needed a stretch, so we visited Bayeux, and then decided to take a little deviation to the town of Honfleur, where we had our first meal of the trip (moules et frites) right where you can see in the photo above. Feeling buzzed up from some food we decided to drive through the night to Fontainebleau. Good listening material from This American Life and BBC4's History of the World in 100 objects kept us awake. A shower at a pit stop refreshed us halfway and finally at 4 am we pitched a tent in the forest. Psyched to climb the next day. And then it rained. Hence this blog post!
We're about to head South, but we are in a bit of pickle, though decisions, decisions. Before leaving I sent around some CVs and got a job offer in a holiday resort in St. Tropez. The relief of having something concrete in place gradually gave way to the realisation that the hours would be long and the pay measly. Days stretching from 9 am to midnight with breaks snatched along the way is exhausting, I know because I've done it before. And while there are aspects of the job that really appeal (accommodation, work outdoors & with children, good weather & guaranteed work for 2 months) I think I'd rather take my chances in the South West and see if we can rustle up something a bit more tranquillo there. But now I have my potential employer calling me wondering what date we're arriving, hmmm..... Should we go East or West? Coin flip anyone?
Check back in a couple of days to see where we've ended up.