It is with a sad heart that Her Outdoors and I have to say goodbye to a much loved friend. She has been an important part of our lives for what seems a lifetime, but is actually only seven short years. But what a seven years! We’ve travelled together, slept together, upset our neighbours, had many a scrape and had lots of adventures. She gave me my ‘Sundance’ nickname (I’d gone 60 years without one before meeting her!). She even helped us move to Portugal.
We have travelled much with her. She’s taken us far and wide, since our first meeting in a very cold and wintery Wales in 2010. She’s been with us from the Western Highlands of Scotland to the most southwesterly point of Europe. even to Africa. And what adventures she’s seen and caused – besieged by drug dealers, getting lost many times, encounters with the police, getting stuck in tight places and the unforgettable bomb scare outside the Ministry of Justice in Seville, Spain.
She’s taken us to many interesting places; the French Alps, Italian Lakes, Scottish Highlands, Edinburgh Festival, Moroccan Souks, Slovenia, the Alhambra in Granada, the Palaces in Sintra. We’ve been skiing and even enjoyed a couple of music festivals with her.
She’s also been very kind to friends and family. She’s picked them up at the airport, housed them when our house was full, been there at family picnics, gone shopping. She’s provided excitement for Shelagh (sadly departed and much missed mother of ‘Her Outdoors’) and weekend trips for language students and Australian friends. She’s transported timber for sheds and patios, furniture, motorbikes not to mention what seems like thousands of plants.
It’s not all been fun though. She was instrumental in causing the bomb scare in Seville and she’s let us down a few times. She stranded us on a remote beach in Portugal when we had to get assistance. There was that incident on the Moroccan motorway that caused some damage… the penalty charge for the Dartford crossing… and her annual checkups and charges. There was also that expensive ‘accident’ at Sainsbury’s, not to mention the latest encounter in Portuguese car wash which ultimately caused the fatality…
We are going to miss you Sundance, our beloved motorhome. RIP (Rust in peace.)
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We have a number of palm trees around the garden, but the one right in front of the house was unsightly, made a mess on the paths when it shed it’s fruit and was quite noisy in windy conditions. ‘Her Outdoors’ decided to call in the professionals as trimming palms can be quite dangerous as there have been several fatalities over the years. Also, my life insurance cover had lapsed, but she did say I that I will be allowed to trim the Dwarf Palms. I shot the pruning process and then produced a promo video for CCServicos.net.
Before moving to Portugal we lived in Barton, a quintessentially English village, 3 miles from Cambridge. Each year they have a village day, the main part of which is the Barton Gardeners Annual Show in a marquee on the village wreck. The villagers can exhibit their work from flowers to photographs, from vegetables to cakes. Competition is very keen for the several trophies presented for the best exhibits.
In 2013 I was recruited to shoot the evening entertainment which was provided by ABandandADJ.
One of the first projects I worked on when I moved down to Cambridge in 2009 to live with my new partner Angela, was a joint building/AV production. Hence the “21/2 Minute Home Office“. The main aim was to build myself a space that was my own. So, if ever I was in the dog house, I could sneak out into my ‘man cave’.
Fortunately (for me) the back garden was large enough to build my log cabin, unfortunately (for Angela) it did mean knocking down of the chicken coop (the chickens had all gone by then) but also, to Angela’s great consternation, the moving of her beloved Mulberry tree.
Which subsequently died.
My bad. My very bad. My very very bad. My extreme bad.
Despite all that bad, it was a very rewarding project as a lot of the materials used were recycled, found, job lots, or ‘seconds’. Some items had to be bought, so the total cost was in the region of £1750. You can buy a ready made cabin (for around £12000 – £15000), but I like my custom build better!
I loved my cabin, until I watched George Clarke’s ‘Shed of the Year’. But then, mine is a cabin, it’s a home office, it’s a garden chalet,it’s a man cave, it’s a studio,it’s a creative space. It is not, definitely not, a shed!