We’ve been talking about it for 5 years. Now it’s real. We’ve gone from backpacking to motorhoming to a roomy car and finally settled on motorcycles. Our preparations are now gaining momentum. Not that we haven’t been preparing, we have, but there hasn’t been the same sense of urgency as it feels now.
I’m not sure why it is, but every clear out I’ve ever had seems to make the house so extraordinarily messy that I feel I’ll never see daylight again. I’m tripping over boxes.
As we’re selling or giving things away, a new set of belongings are taking their place. But the difference is that the new belongings fit on top of a table top. Goodbye cotton, linen and sheep’s wool; hello merino and quick dry. Goodbye iMac; hello MacBook. Goodbye chef’s knife, hello bushcraft knife. Goodbye house, hello tent. You get the picture. My entire wardrobe will probably fit into a handbag (excluding the biker gear).
Preparations means uncertain flux. First we were going to Peru, then Spain, then Germany, but now we’ve now decided to spend some time in Scotland first. When I say decided, that could very well change at a moment’s notice. Scotland appeals as you can wild camp there, it’s great for motorcyclists and we just adore the place, but feel there’s loads more to explore. The route can be via the Lake District, or Northumberland, both extraordinarily beautiful. There’s a few permaculture/eco projects we’d like to visit en route. It’s our way of getting our feet wet.
Meanwhile, I’m working on my riding skills with the Destrier.
I’ve had a few hiccups dealing with the extra weight on camber, managed to drop her (lesson learned: don’t try to indicate when in first gear), ordered crash bars (it will happen again, for sure), and have kept her spotlessly clean as my way of saying sorry. BMW showrooms are a good place to hang out, you get tips from other riders while you help yourself to free coffee, admire the paintwork of the new models coming in and complain about the lack of extension on their mudguards. Bike washing is becoming an artform. I’ve also learned I shouldn’t drop her too often, parts are incredibly expensive. Scratch on the hand guard? I can live with it. The mishaps are lessening and anxiety is turning into a feeling of having fun.
Yesterday’s success: putting her on the centre stand.
Skill to master: Getting her off it again.
I’m armed with knife, rope, tarps and a girl scout’s guide to knots on waterproof cards. There’s trees in the garden for practice.
Yeah, well, maybe I should just put up the tent first?