2-9 July Homeless....... with a smile

Homeless...with a smile!!!
9th of July 2014

 Yesterday the well-looked-forward-to-event has officialy happened! We are blessed to have a warm comfy bed with neighbours and children well looked after, so Monday was spend focussing on cleaning the house to new standards!!!

Alana opening the front door in December 2005

I took the kids round for a final farewell  on Tuesday morning,

Locking the front door one last time...Full circle - 8.5 years

last pic infront of the red door and we delivered the house keys to the new owners( 5 doors up our street). Their moving van was nearly loaded. With delight we could witness them moving into their new home by 10:30am. The most stressfree move I have ever heard of!! Praise God!! 
























This house move were very well premediated!!!! When we heard that the Tour de France will make a grand depart on Brittish soil, we had the diaries out!! In order to attend this bucket-list event, we had to plan our international removal company to do their business nearly a week prior to our actual moving date. We were as ready as you can be for their arrival last week Wednesday (2nd and 3rd of July) What an amazing occurance: there were even space for the car roof-top box in the container and a few of the bigger children's toys.

The 3 gentlemen did such an awesome job packing. So all our personal and household effects wil be in storage till early December. Together with the Cruiser, it'll be shipped then to arrive in Cape Town at the start of January 2015. Well, we could not provided them with a delivery address just yet, but that also will be sorted out in due time!!!

4-5July King of the Mountain festival, Muker, North Yorkshire                                                    Tour de Fance(Grand depart weekend) - Arno has been a relentless Tour supporter for years. Over the last few years I got quite hooked onto the drama myself. So when we realise we will be so close to the action, we just had to be part of it. What a beautiful drive into the North Yourshire hills and valleys. We arrived at the festival ground, but found the organisation a bit iffy. Eventually got sorted out with a place to park and to pitch our tent, but needed to drag our gear through the main street of Muker....we were not the onely ones..... It seemed like that was normal!! Included in our weekend camping ticket was main stage events and a BIG screen to keep the action alive...if not cycling, football world cup qualifiers!! The girlies were etertained in the craft and arts tent or in the children's play area and Thomas was glued to the screen...following all the happenings. The rain stayed away till be were bedded down for the night. We woke up on Saturday to glorious sunshine. Expectation in the air. Arno was aching for a bike to join the multitudes...he had to join us mortals walking up the Buttertubs Pass.

Waiting it out on the Buttertubs Pass

The kids did amazing...walking quite a distance and bracing a freezing mountain breeze (mummy did not anticipate this, so not so well prepared for the cold) Then eventually the fun cars and vans and support crew caravan came through. We were all waving and jumping about the collect the freebeez. Then the riders followed!!!

Here they come!!!!

What an sight!!!! Thy were spread out a bit and we had time to sook( Scots for 'souk') it all up. The best bit for me was the cameradery amongst all the spectators; walking to the various viewing point and walking back to the festival grounds.

Everybody just flopped down infront of the BIG screen to witness the final few kilometers....and our hero's and promising winner's almighty crash out- within spitting distance of the finnishing line!! For that matter Mark Cavendish (alias Cave) crashed so well...he could not continue with the tour any further. Dissappointment!!!!

Breaking up camp at the King of The Mountain festival, Muker.

The whole experience was just awesome...and to think that it is just the start of many more adventures to come over the next 6 months.

I'll leave you with a wee saying by Chareles Swain: 

             Home is not merely four squeare walls,                                                                                                  
             Though with pictures hung and gilded;                                                                                 
             Home is where affection calls-                                                                                               
             Filled with shrines the heart hath builded.