The Gnome's Final Frontier.
Those were the voyages of the Flying-Brick ‘Gnome’. Its three year mission: to save our sanity, to seek out peace and tranquility, and to generally be uncomfortable. No more to boldly ramble-on where no Gnome had rambled-on before...
Yes it's true.
The Gnome is dead.
Long live the Troll !!
In a transmogrification reminiscent of Dr. Who's regular evolutionary upgrades, our beloved Gnome has finally met its maker. It has fallen off its perch, skipped the light fandango, changed its brick-like form into something any brick would be proud of: a bigger brick.
We had finally been forced to realise that escaping into the unknown could be improved by reducing the hours spent making up a sleeping arrangement fit for a contortionist, as well having a notable lack of alimentary infrastructure.
This new brick has a bed. This new brick has a toilet. This new brick is a formidable troll of a motorhome. A formidable troll called... Trevor.
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En route, after a hectic weekend of packing the entire contents of our house into our new brick on wheels. Then adding the two angels...
Securely strapped in...
...with the occasional stop to feed those in our care with carefully controlled nutrients...
This was to be our first of several nights away with the sprogs, heading into that void between France and Spain called Andorra.
We had arrived for our first night at that well known corner of paradise in the Pyrenees: The Hydeaway.
This prompts the question, why, having arrived in this corner of paradise, why were we to leave the next day to live in a portable shed in constant search of water and electricity?
This was to be our last night of sanity, for tomorrow we head into the wilderness.
In Trevor.
With the sprogs.
Wish us luck.
Trevor looks the business! Happy travels guys.
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