Letting Agents – Who’d have em?

I’m starting to really doubt whether I did the right thing renting my house out. Before I left I really made an effort to get the house in tip top condition. Should I have just sold it then? when it was looking perfect.

I thought if I rent it out, I will have a small income each month, that could possibly pay for fuel, and I will be secure for the future as property is one of the best ways to make your money work for you.  Interest rates don’t exist anymore, money just left in a bank account getting dusty will depreciate.

Unfortunately I’ve just had nothing but trouble with renting the house out, which has really cast a shadow over our European Road trip so far. Certainly having the money in the bank would empty my head of the constant worry of what if something breaks, is there an unexpected bill just around the corner, but would it be replaced with a guilty thought of I’m not achieving enough, I’m not being responsible and thinking about our future.

Maybe it’s just the letting agents being Rubbish! I have a suspicion that they purposely forget to point out work when they’re trying to gain your business, then once the tenancy agreement is signed all the little costly jobs start to appear. I’ve had three months to put everything straight, but they wait until I’m in another country and powerless to inform me. If I were a little more sceptical I may think they could be earning a decent commission for all the work they give out to the various trades.

Do I try and get insurance for everything. Insurance really goes against the grain for me, it’s another form of control to keep us paying in every month, but I feel absolutely powerless when I’m away and can’t do anything but pay out.

Selling up and buying a French house out right is starting to sound good to me. Living the good life, but which is the right path; Margo’s side of the fence or the neighbours?

I think the answer is to keep on travelling, tackling problems as they arrive, and not to worry so much over things that haven’t even happened. I think I’m still transitioning into this new way of life and continue to have a few “what ifs” lurking around in my head, trying to tie me to a more stressful path. I really struggle with not knowing, but that’s the whole point.

Maybe I should just spray the van yellow, grow a beard, tie a scarf around my head and live in the moment mann!

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Ginoles

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This is a town up in the mountains, with around 300 residents in total, it’s pretty quiet. Best described as having sounds but no noise. This is where Anya the two year old Golden Retriever lives with her family. Together they all run another great little B&B – Le Petit Chateau. The house is an on-going project with a swimming pool nearing completion, not bad considering prior to the B&B transformation the house was unoccupied for around 20 years.  Most things are made fresh here, with a selection of jams and preserves for sale. This conveniently coincides with Verity’s latest food column topic which is based on Apricot Jam.

To source the ingredients for the Apricot Jam, we were directed to the nearby market of Esperanza, but we we’re also warned of the strange folk that surface on market day. referring to them as “funky people” was an extremely PC way to describe them, I would have personally been less kind. I guess travelling is about meeting people from all different walks of life, but I could probably afford to miss out the strange mix of carny/mountain people who would probably benefit from a wider gene pool. This is no reflection of the area in general, and I would highly recommend a visit as the views are ridiculous. With the haze that often clings to the surrounding mountains, it sometimes looks like it’s a CGI backdrop, maybe it is and we are in fact still in the Matrix, but I’m not ready for that crazy red pill just yet.

How the Van is holding up (Part One)

The pikey Transit is performing better than I could have ever hoped. It’s ideally suited to a camper conversion due to it being big and square. The additional head room from being a medium height is invaluable and it’s definitely more stealthy than the big motorhomes, which enables us to park in more urban environments. I’ve crammed a lot of tech and really useful features into the van so it’s really easy to live in. To list the larger items, it has a fridge, 2 burner gas hob, large stainless sink with tap and water pump, large fresh water container, large grey water container, additional lights, battery charger, diesel heater, 240v inverter, and all served by 2 big AGM batteries that are linked to the van starter battery via a split charge relay. The RIB Altair bed is the only bed to get. When coupled with a 3inch memory foam mattress topper it was better than our bed at home. Go for the RIB design as its footprint in the van is smaller than conventional rock n roll beds and it’s so easy to use. If you’re going to spend the money on anything make it the bed. Just before the trip I added loads more storage, and this is still not enough. Storage is key, make as many shelves, storage boxes and drawers as you can.

I could be accused of being a little OCD, and I like to spend my time rearranging things in the van to make them fit better, and enable them to be stored more efficiently. You need to compromise; the van is a dynamic environment where things move about as it has to adapt to new environments and conditions. I’m seeing this as a good experience for me, as if left to my own devices I would tidy myself into mental breakdown.

Life in the van is mostly comfortable, apart from extremes in temperature and a few learning curves, it’s great. We learnt the hard way that you need to close the doors for an hour at dusk to stop mosquitos taking up residence in all the nooks and crannies, only to come out at dawn and eat you alive. I was Verity’s sacrificial anode, in that I was eaten first to preserve her. I was woken up with a whizzing in my ear and found the van to be swarming with the little buggers, all full after a morning’s feast. I quickly became a mosquito ninja, and had honed my skill so much that I could have squished one mid-flight with chopsticks.

To make our life easier we’re planning on getting a solar shower and a bucket. Baby wipes are great but are no real alternative to a good shower. Occasionally we were able to stop in places of such beauty that we could just go for a swim in the Mediterranean Sea instead of showering, but this has only been the case once, and the temperature can be crazy down here. A shower would be a welcome addition.

The next item is the bucket. I’m finding wild wees a doddle, but Verity not so much. I think a bucket, as gross as it sounds, will take the urgency away from driving and will leave us free to park up in more places. We may have to take our relationship to the next level, but once we cross this boundary, we will be more comfortable in our toilet on wheels.

Overall life in the van is great, I’m really enjoying the outside living, and surviving with less. Taking days one at a time and experiencing new things. Waking up to the sound of flowing rivers and Verity snoring, instead of just Verity snoring, and having more time to enjoy the simple things in life – we’ve started to drink more wine.

 It’s really easy to cook with a 2-burner hob, and because of this we probably eat too well. We need to be more mindful that we need to budget ourselves as we’re possibly in it for the long haul, and luxury food shouldn’t be the norm. We splash out in the markets and buy fresh fruit and veg for next to nothing and reserve ourselves when we have to make do with a supermarket. Food in France can be amazing, but I need to careful with the pastries as I’m not doing my 6:30am spin classes anymore, and I’m a bit of a dustbin.

I wish more young people would venture out with a camper, as all of our neighbours so far have been late 50s to early 60s with gammy legs. I’m hoping as we get closer to La Rochelle this may change and we will be parked up on the beaches with surfer types, as planned. Saying that my feet have really dried out, wearing in my new flip flops, and have cracked. I’ve been hobbling around trying not to put weight on a sizeable tear in my foot; maybe this is the start of my very own gammy leg.

 

Quillan

On our way over towards the west we contacted a workaway host who had a B&B in Quillan. A little town in the foothills of the Pyrenees boasting lakes, gorges and fast flowing rivers. This sounded great and maybe a little cooler than the south which had a very sun scorched feel to it. The host was in the UK and already had workaways for the up and coming months but we decided to head that way anyway to see what was there.

Be careful with satellite navigation in France, as if you don’t keep your wits about you, you will end up on a twisty road through the mountains, and you will be stuck on it for hours. The sat nav obviously thinks this is the fastest route as the speed limit would be ridiculous even for Louis Hamilton, whereas the actual speed you can safely drive is in the region of 20mph. Always look for a more direct route to override the sat nav’s lunacy. Maybe a good idea to store a Jerry can of spare fuel in case you get caught out. If you had chosen this route yourself, the drive through the mountains is ridiculous, with scenery you couldn’t even imagine when you’re typing away at your desk, but on a scorcher of a day with a fully loaded camper, it’s less than ideal.

Quillan was a great stop, we were fortunate enough to stumble across a free concert provided by the local Orchestre a Cordes – Les Cordes Des 4 Vents. They were a very talented group, but we were mostly amused by the conductor’s almost Saturday Night Fever type strut afterwards around the local church, which provided the venue.

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We drove a little further out of town, following the river and came across a campervan parking area. This was a bit of a god send as the soaring temperatures were starting to bake my noodle. It was a grassy area with loads of tree cover sitting right on the river bank, in addition there was a campervan waste point and fresh water tap. We spent the following day by the river bank, perfect to catch up with ourselves and to recap on the trip so far.

Gruissan

Out on our own again, and not really sure of where to go, we picked a spot on the coast and drove to it. This spot was Gruissan. Driving there we noticed the environment shifted to give more of a Spanish feel. This is to be expected as we were driving closer to the Spanish border. Stone houses we being replaced with concrete apartments to rent and little retirement homes. Still some stunning scenery around with the man-made harbour and snow capped Pyrenees towering over the horizon. We were back in tourist land though and we could feel our disapproval as we drove towards the beach.

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We happened to time our visit to coincide with a windsurf festival, so the beaches were heaving. This wasn’t a bad thing as we camouflaged ourselves in with the other million and one campervans, and took a walk along the beach before settling in for the night. To Verity’s disapproval the thud of bass started from the nearby festival and boomed out into the early hours. She gave a valiant effort at an old woman grumble towards the noise, before I heard snoring coming from her direction, and found her sound asleep. She remained this way right through to around 8am when we were greeted with a scorcher of a day, with temperatures well into the thirties.

We drove down the coast but found every area to be the same as the last, so we didn’t stay in any of them. Time for a new plan.

We want to head over to the west coast of France. Starting off in the south moving northerly into Bordeaux.  La Rochelle being a destination recommended by almost everyone.

Minerve/Le Somail

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Minerve is an iconic little medieval town built into a gorge, bit of a tourist trap, but well worth a visit. Stunning houses, shops and restaurants, all with an artisan feel. You can easily spend a couple of hours here, but not an all-day event. We travelled onto the next hotspot of Le Somail on the Canal du Midi. Slightly less to see here, but has a lovely relaxed vibe. Barges line the sides of the canal, and sleepy restaurants house retired cyclists and the nearby towns’ women having a good natter.

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Look out for the bookshop, great to go inside on a hot day as it’s very cool, but unfortunately all the books are in French. That’s a lie, there is a modest English section, where we actually found A Year in Provence.