Thursday, 16 February 2012

A travelling circus.....

Sorry for not blogging for a while. We've been on the road!

No-one tells you that when you have a kid you need to buy a larger car or - even better - a lorry. Dutiful newbies that we were to the parenting scene, we toured a Mothercare warehouse several weeks before before Isla appeared. We stared wide-eyed at the bewildering array of things that are apparently required to keep a small, brand new, dribbling person contented and safe for any length of time. The snag in all this is that you feel like you're being criminally negligent if you don't buy the computerised car seat or the helmet mounted feeding bottle with infra red sensor. It became a competition - we shouldered aside other couples to be the first to buy a pram that (evidently) had been designed and built by elves, came in a range of materials (platinum, titanium, or simple gold), and was powered by swans.

Anyway, we bought everything we were advised to, and then set off on a bit of a road trip last week. I had talks to do in various places, which are always good fun, but in this case required pretty much a lap of southern England over four days. We loaded the car, which proved to be too small (as it was only a massive Land Rover), so we took Tam's car as well. Everest expeditions in the 1920's needed less kit than we did it seemed, and by the time we were done the cars were filled to the gunwales. This left a space for the dog. Well, a dog. A very small dog, one of those novelty toy breeds that are carried round on a velvet cushion by histrionic ladies who write romantic fiction. Not something the size of a well nourished polar bear (i.e. Reuben). Nonetheless he was crammed in, and off we went, with any drivers who happened to follow us being treated to the sight of what gave every impression of being a travelling circus.

Of course when you get anywhere you have to unload everything. Then feed everything. Then pick up poo. The latter is one of the real pleasures of dog ownership of course (Reuben is a big dog, that's all I'm going to say on the matter, aside from the words "bin-liner"), but now we have the added joy of dealing with Isla's as well. I don't mind her doing it of course - she is, after all, only eleven weeks old - it's just that she looks so delighted every time she does one, cackling in glee and waving her plump little fists at me as I change her. You wait, I think, in forty years or so the roles will be reversed and let's see if you're quite so chirpy then. Aha.

Anyway, we made it, having done a talk in Bristol, in London (at the RGS - well done Bazza, you stole the show....), and in Falmouth. We also went back to lovely Cadgwith - what a place, and took Reubs on a cliff walk. Wonderful. And now we're back home.

The shop is - at last - being finalised and we take it over on Monday. There were three solicitors involved, and although I always think you can obviously never have too many solicitors involved in anything, it has dragged on a tad. BUT we're there now.

"There" being a shop that will be a base camp for diving the south coast of Devon, for wildlife filming courses, for shore walks, and - we hope - a haven for divers and wildlife enthusiasts who just want to chill out in a place with lots of good coffee and plenty of like-minded folk.

And so we begin! I'll post at least once a week from now on, and show you the images as the project progresses. I've just had an idea for an old rowing boat as a shop counter, so I'm off to look for one of those right now! As you do.

Take care all.

Monty, Tam, Isla and Reubs  

      

5 comments:

  1. Welcome to Dartmouth, looking forward to seeing your new business sounds fantastic!
    Good luck

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  2. Hello,
    I came across your website and found your articles on travel interesting. I just had a couple of questions so if you could e-mail me back that would be great!

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  3. Hello, I'm off work ill at the moment, and have been watching your "Escapes" on DVD to stave off cabin fever. Wonderful programmes that make me hanker to go back to the Western Isles again. They always lift my mood too - thankyou!

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  4. As always, a pleasure reading your blog Monty. As I have just rescued a 10 month old border collie from the SSPCA and have suddenly lost the boot of my car to blankets, tennis balls, extra bowls, bags of treats, more tennis balls etc. I send my sympathies at the lack of space in your landy! Best of luck with the shop. Paul

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  5. Cant agree more with you Monty re: space and how 'small things need so much of it'! I have a hatchback which, with the seats down, can sleep two people in relative confort and yet, somehow, i can only just manage to transport Albus, my 1 year old, excessively bouncy black lab [Albus is Latin for white... obvious name choice] plus the associated blankets/toys/bowls etc. I watch friends with children and think 'TARDIS, its the only thing that is going to work'. Cant wait to get south again to see your new shop!

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