Now, there
we were on a Condor Ferry - about to cross our outgoing path aboard a
312ft high speed
behemoth. Dawn was breaking as we left Poole Harbour. Twenty minutes out,
at 50°34.38'N and 01°52.45W we crossed our outgoing track created
12 years and 6 weeks earlier. No big fanfare - a hug and a kiss was all
that was needed and a quiet feeling of satisfaction and reflection.
Cruising
at 35 knots the trip to Guernsey was smooth; after time for a leisurely
coffee and croissant, we embarked on the small boat to Sark. Sark is one
of the smallest Channel Islands and has no cars. The main means of transport
is tractor, horse and cart or walking. The island is only 2 miles by 2
miles so nowhere is far away. We took the tractor to the main town and
then walked to our B&B. Emily and Charlotte (Keiths daughters),
Jon (the Groom) and Laina (the bridesmaid) caught up with us in the afternoon.
Emily and Jon had decided on a small intimate wedding - Emily and Jon
(who live in Perth Western Australia) described it as "eloping but
with the parents". Sark was chosen as it only required 3 days of
residence before the wedding license was issued. It is also a very pretty
location. The wedding was held at La Seigneurie Gardens and Chapel - very
picturesque - followed by dinner at a local restaurant. All-in-all, a
happy and joyous occasion. It
was lovely to see all the family together to celebrate Emily and Jon's
wedding. All our hard work in keeping the lines of communication open
with Keith's children had paid off.
After the
wedding, we arrived back at Mike and Jill's house in Lyndhurst and the
task of starting a new life commenced. We met up with the letting agent
who handed over the keys to our little house which had been rented out
for the last 14 years. We opened the door with trepidation, but it wasnt
as bad as we feared - nothing that a good clean, a lick of paint and new
flooring couldnt cure. We set to with bucket and mop - and organized
the transport of our belongings, which had been in storage for 12 years,
together with our crates from Malaysia. A treasure trove of stuff
arrived, enough to furnish the house - but why did we have three kettles,
two irons and two ironing boards, plus enough mugs to start a china shop?
We realised that it would be easy to "clutter" our lives with
unnecessary "stuff" and, having lived in a confined space for
so long, we appreciate the space more than things.
Some ex-cruisers
once told us that swallowing the anchor was like stepping back into old
shoes - our problem was that we had no "old shoes" to step back
into. We were embarking on a completely new adventure with a new outlook
on life. Although we can't decide where to call "home", our
family and friends are dear to us.
The travel
and adventure on Poco Andante has changed us. We were humbled by
the generosity of people who have nothing, marvelled at nature's sculptures,
frightened by the power of wind and seas - and angered by political turmoil.
But overall
we found that our love for each other has grown out of adversities and
we make a strong team.
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