And the fun begins.

We have a van. Red, Ford Transit. Its old and rusty but hopefully it might just get us where we want to go. Needs a bit of an airing and a clean as the couple who have moved on literally just left it with us and we dropped them at the station to continue their journey homewards to New Zealand.

The guests this week had some advice, we did check those things, but I am just a little nervous about it. It is old, and old things are generally not as healthy as new things!

Talking with the couple about their travels since December was good. Their route was different to what we are planning but the way they spoke and the stories they told were interesting, now we cant wait to get started. The first thing for me is to make the van our own. Change the bed stuff, put our things in, and try to do something about the rust!!

A House on the hill, ramshackle and left
lonely to rot
amoungst a town of faces, fresh and breezy
on their seperate route
through the turning seasons.

Walking by the little terraced square
surrounding it -
apart from us and still so much a part
of the mountain scene -
We peer through untroubled eyes
and wonder at the hole in the wall:

Word on the street is that there was a fire,
kitchen lighting up the night, not your usual
evening meal. Our own
is fretful but not lonesome. Or perhaps
the people squeezed around the table
are not looking at the same things,

and the house in its little weed-garden
is only part of the scenery
and is lost to those who do not see.

The Mountains, Number One.

First Blog.

So... this is the blog. However I don't think I have quite mastered it yet. Still needs some work; where has the title gone?!

Anyway, the idea is to write, and have an outlet for said writing. Currently I am located in Chalet Anniek, Montalbert, the Alps, France. We only have four guests this week at Chalet Anniek and so Ed and I are already finished, packed away and ready for breakfast. Looking forward to tomorrow's skiing. Apparently there is some kind of competition involving a half-pipe over in Plagne Bellecote.

Let's see how this one goes.