The Best Laid Plans . . .

A picture of the start of the Pennine Way heading to Jacobs Ladder
Walking the start of the Pennine Way

Well it’s Bank Holiday Monday and currently the weather is pretty damn good and I hope it is the same with you and that you are making the most of today.

So, as mentioned in my last post, things have got a bit hectic and plans have had to change.

I mentioned about my son staying with me to help him revise for his A Level Maths and we have decided to carry that on until his actual exams in June, so I will now be in Southampton every Thursday and Friday working with him. Passing this exam is a major priority for him as it is linked to a couple of job offers he has received, so I will do what I can to help him get the grades he needs.

This does mean I will have to curtail some of the things I had planned to do but that’s no big deal in the greater scheme of things.

As previously mentioned, procrastination has indeed been a continuing hurdle for me and I have been a bit slow in getting done the things I need to do in order to really get this journey underway, though in the short periods of time that I have been out in the Lake District and Peak District I have already begun to learn a fair bit about myself.

I am a country girl at heart, that much I now recognise. I love the call of wide open spaces and the freedom just to walk as far as I want to and go in whatever direction takes my fancy and with the addition of a working Little Lexie, tent and relevant camping gear I can’t wait to get out into more remote spaces.

Where I feel most at home

I guess that the outdoors and the motorcycle travelling, combined with just turning up somewhere and pitching a tent, is part of the process of dealing with the restlessness that I continue to feel on a daily basis. My time in big cities is done I feel, I no longer enjoy the hustle and bustle of the daily life they offer, I yearn for something much simpler, much more basic and less confining.

So, in order to be able to satisfy this need, I have booked my motorcycle tests (apparently there are two of them!), booked my theory test, have a whole bunch of dental appointments to get through and today will send notice to my landlords with a notice date of July 3rd.

From that date on I will be a wanderer, living as much time as I can in my tent as I travel around trying to find out who I am and what I want from life going forward. At times the thought of what I want to do is scary I guess. Giving up your roots is a massive step and one that should not be taken lightly. I spend quite a bit of time running through all the arguments as to why I shouldn’t do this, and though they present a very compelling case for not continuing on this course of action, the urge to be free from a life I no longer get what I need from, is greater.

There will be times, I ‘m sure, when I will severely question what I have done, that is only natural, but I am equally excited by the potential of the unknown. There is something far stronger than me calling me on, I do not know what it is, but genuinely feel there is something I am supposed to be doing, or somewhere I am meant to be that I have not yet realised.

I am excited by the opportunities that await me, the places and the people I will visit and meet and hopefully the prospect of arriving one day at a point in my life where I have a greater understanding of who I am and where my happy lies.

I hope you all have a brilliant Bank Holiday Monday and that you get the opportunity to go somewhere far from the madding crowds and get the time to reconnect with your inner self.

Picture of someone para-gliding of the top of Mar Tor, Edale, in the Peak District
Freedom!

Love and hugs

Els xx

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