It has been a scorcher this past week and from the local News programme on the television I understand that our area, along with many other areas of the UK, are now on a Level 3 Heatwave alert ! Now there’s a first and I for one am not complaining, even if it is difficult to sleep at night. You cannot win really, our double glazing is so efficient that if you have the bedroom windows closed they shut out almost all noise and so a nice peaceful sleep is assured. But as with the last few nights, it is just too damn hot to have the windows closed. Although we live in what is a generally quiet neighbourhood, I now hear noises that are unfamiliar and find my mind tuning in to ‘all’ of them, simultaneously. It is like a puzzle for my brain to work out, to identify what each individual sound relates to. It can be a passing car, the ‘clip clop’ of someone’s shoe heels as they come home from wherever they have been, noises that sound like crying babies but actually its cats voicing their territorial warnings to other uninvited felines that have wandered onto their ‘patch’. We live so close to a nature park that we can even hear the calls of pheasants and then on top of that, in the still air of the night the sound of dogs barking somewhere in the distance and the occasional distant wails of some emergency vehicle, Police, Ambulance, Fire Engine, who knows but it would probably be quieter living in Central London ? What I do know is that with the combination of the heat and these unfamiliar night sounds I cannot sleep ! That in turn creates another problem, the brain is now fully awake and the things that would otherwise be locked away in the subconscious now come to the fore. When you are busy, whether it be with the day job and/or other domestic issues these things are kept locked away, they are unimportant and so like the memory in a computer these irrelevant or unimportant pieces of data are placed in a folder somewhere, available to call forward if required at some point in the future. However, unlike a computer, which needs the user to manually press the keys to retrieve the information, the brain does this automatically, sometimes unexpectedly and this is what makes us rather unique as human beings in the grand scheme of things ! Sharon is restless but stays asleep. How does she manage to still sleep in this heat, with all these unfamiliar noises emanating through the open windows ? It isn’t as if she has partaken of any ‘sleeping juice’ this evening ! Although she has been out, she told me it was a school event, perhaps she meant that her and a few of her colleagues went to the pub ? I slowly and quietly edge my way from the bed, she stirs but remains sleeping and I make good my escape to spend some time in thoughtful contemplation, me, the darkness, my thoughts.
I have always liked this time of the night, or is it morning now ? it is so peaceful, apart from the cars, people, cats, pheasants, dogs and wailing sirens that is ! Perhaps it’s because with recent events everything just seems to have been chaotic, a rollercoaster of a ride always something to do or to plan or to gather
tat, ‘cherished possessions’, for our next date with the Sunday masses, no not the church service but the ‘Car Boot’ fraternity. There have been very few occasions recently to enjoy the luxury of contemplation, however, for the first time, since putting the house on the market, the enormity of what we are doing is beginning to hit home with me. I don’t mean that in either a bad or scary way, well perhaps there is still that knot in the stomach, the one that is part excitement and part apprehension but not one of fear, even if lot’s of our blog followers, friends, work colleagues and Motorhome forum members are telling us ‘how brave we are’ ! Is it brave or is what we are doing irresponsible or even stupid ?
I have taken up my usual position, standing at the open utility door, smoking a cigarette and there is the slightest wisp of a cool breeze. For a second or two I close my eyes and let the welcome cool air flow over me. I am looking out onto where ‘Big Momma’ is stood silently, patiently just waiting to take us on our ‘Big Adventure’. In my mind I am now transported into the future, in the ‘Big Momma’, engine is running, Sharon hands the keys of the house to the Estate Agent and then climbs aboard into her co-pilot seat, all pre-travel checks completed we pull off the drive, wave goodbye, glance across at each other with the most enormous grins on our faces and the adventure begins !! And then just as quickly as I had disappeared into my imaginary world I am back again. Those few seconds seemed so real and yet the realisation is that this ‘Big Adventure’ is still a long way off, and although ten weeks to you may seem like no time at all, when you want it to be tomorrow, that ten weeks is an eternity away !