Bursting the peace bubble

Where we live is incredibly quiet, especially at night. Birdsong fills the sky. The wind and rain against the caravan has become a welcome comfort. The evenings are silent apart from the occasional hooting owls and fighting foxes (which is terrifying!). The bottom line is life here is peaceful. However times obviously come when we must leave our peace bubble. I don’t mean day to day work. I mean leaving for a night or longer.

IMG_8608No matter how peaceful it is where you live, it is still important to get away. So during the last Bank Holiday weekend, my Husband drove us 100miles to a beach just outside Bude; Northcott Mouth. We fully intended to stay over night, either wild camping somewhere or on a campsite. We’d packed the car up and had everything we needed for a mini break (including Remy!). However, after a glorious day at the beach we came home to our peace bubble! From living somewhere so tranquil we have become hyper sensitive to noise and proximity to people. Granted Bude is a popular destination. But we headed to some quieter spots that my Husband had been to before. But now they were filled to the brim with people and the disruption they bring with them! Even the chip shop had a queue all the way down the high street. (One chip shop in Bude! What madness!). So we decided to drive the 100miles back home to our bubble. We didn’t see the point in staying somewhere less peaceful than where we live. Surely the main point of a holiday is to relax in peace and quiet? We where tired and thankful when we got back to the caravan late that evening.

This is also a social observation. This tiny island is full to the brim! It feels like the entire country descends on the South West when the sun comes out! Next time we are going to try going to Wales! I am happy to share space with people and I like meeting new people. However strapping a speaker to your shorts and blaring music that is not to everyones taste is a disruption. Maybe it’s not only about people, it also about consideration. If this country is going to continue to grow, we need to be a little more considerate of how our behaviour affects others and the planet. Not just on holiday, but all the time. (#separateissue!)

The other incidence when I’ve had to stay away from the caravan has been for work. I’m used to a bit of travel for work, but there is one project in particular that requires me to stay in Ireland for a week. This was the first time I had stayed in a house since we moved into the caravan. I thought it might remind me of some comforts I’d missed and have me longing for walls, not wheels. I can honestly say that the only thing I enjoyed was the novelty of instant hot water. Ironically the boiler wasn’t working properly where we were staying, and there as a whole lot of fuss before we even got any hot water! I found the constant complaints tiresome; “the hot waters not working”. I replied “Just wash your face with cold water! We live in a caravan with no hot water!”. The time it took to faff about with buttons was longer than boiling the kettle! I found the house fussy and impersonal. I even struggled to sleep all week. The walls were thin, which means you could hear everything that as going on throughout the house. However I must admit that I indulged in one evening of guiltless TV viewing. My mind was blown by the size of the TV and I was shamelessly sucked back into the world of F.R.I.E.N.D.S on widescreen!

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I’m not saying we’ll never leave the bubble again. I should really encourage the opposite. It’s so important to get away and experience new places. Also home always hold different forms of domestic chaos. We need to learn to take our peace with us wherever we go. But for now I’ll listen to the birds and hunker down in our bubble.