The Joy Of Travelling Pt2

I first became aware of Switzerland when I discovered the story of Heidi It is a story about a young girl who lives with her grandfather on a Swiss mountain. I read the book and then watched it dramatized on T.V

I was entranced,
 the T.V showed the mountains
 I had been dreaming of ever since reading it 3 times back to back.

I grew up thinking it couldn't be real That no place on earth could be so beautiful

Boy was I wrong!
We set off quite late from the site in France  as with all of our trips we had no firm plans no site pre-booked  to rush to Just the enjoyment of the open road
 and anticipation of all that was to come.
We stopped at  an aire just before Switzerland and whilst Andy cooked amongst the fag butts

I enjoyed a beer

Beer for the non-driver is an absolute must as the non-driver it was my dubious pleasure to be the main food giver
, launching food into the back of the van like cruise missiles,
 referee to countless arguments
cigarette roller an…

The Joy Of Travelling

The Joy Of Travelling PT1 Bolton to Calais

Last summer our family travelled around Europe in a VWT4 campervan Blue Barbara.
With 3 kids  one of which broke her arm 20 minutes before we were due to set off.....

The fantastic doctors and nurses at Bolton Royal Hospital rushed us through so we wouldn't miss our ferry!



Led to Exhaustion

The horror of the constant road works, speed restrictions traffic jams meant just getting from Manchester to Dover took 6 hours.
But we were off! ferry selfies were necessary to prevent ferry related Lilly Willow  meltdowns........

Lyla Rose hated the ferry spent the whole journey green.................... We made it into Calais

Then the search for a stopover site started
I pretended to read the map when the sat nav had a hissy fit

The Joy Of Getting Older

My first experience of true awakening came after my house declutter and a period of intense illness.

Both had prompted me to start meditating, my illness was exacerbated by stress and the house being clear of stuff meant I had the space to expand my mind.

I'd always had an awareness of the higher consciousness.

As a child I could astral project at will, I thought everyone could!

I would fly down the road towards the cemetery visit family and friends. As I got older though I started being scared by the spinning that would precede the flight and so stopped doing it. My family were a part of the Divine Light Mission in the mid to late seventies. I was raised around satsang sessions, talk of higher things, of a better way and marijuana filled rooms.
But it didn't last the free love, dissatisfaction, etc destroyed many of the marriages, my parents included.
They were the first 'free' generation but they tried to be free whilst living the same life their parents did.

The Joy Of Folding Pt 2

The Joy of Folding for me comes from relaxation, smoothing my hands over the clothes, feeling the material, straightening seams and reshaping necklines puts me into an almost meditative state.
Sometimes I'll have music on or the t.v or be chatting to MrB but often to sit in silence enjoying the feel of the material and its warmth is bliss.
NOT something I would ever have said 6 months ago.

The first rule of folding:
This is a task for which your family will always be thankful (even if they never vocalise it)  having lovely, cared for, clean clothes every day is a joy for anyone.
Set aside a time every day when you can do this properly without rushing.
I find the half hour whilst MrB cooks dinner is ideal.
There is no point spending the whole time you are dealing with clothes being angry and pissed off, you have to do it and following this method will make it so much easier.

1) when first removing an item from the dryer (I am a heavy user of my dryer, I know its bad for the…