Tuesday 31 March 2015

The last post!

Well, this really will be our last post. Two weeks ago we put our Swiftf Escape 686, AKA "Hugo" on Ebay and after much interest, last Saturday handed him over to a lovely young family who plan to use him for weekends away as they surf their way around the wonderful Cornish coast. It was a day of mixed emotions for us, as for the first time since we returned, we spent rather a long period of time showing Steve all the details of the van, how to connect the electric hook up, how to heat the water, how to cook, how to conserve energy as much as possible and of course (crucially) it was Ed who told him how to empty the toilet cassette!!! 

All the things that we did as part of our daily routine just a few months ago have now melted away into memories. Fond memories. Very fond memories. And so we can look ahead to our future, which is an exciting challenge in itself. I will be teaching full time, the children will be starting a new school after this Easter holiday, and Ed has already started working part time. It's a complete role reversal for us as a couple, and a new start for our family. We know that we will need some time to adjust, but after all that we have experienced, nothing can phase us, and we know that as a stronger unit we can deal with it if it does. 

It's not possible to put a price on what we have done for the last 8 months. The rewards are huge. If you get the chance to do it, go on and do it! Take time out. Be yourself. Be a family. Live the life you love. Enjoy!

Thanks for reading!

Clare
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Monday 16 March 2015

The beginning of the end


Bye bye Hugo?

So Hugo is now officially up for sale. It would be lovely if the next people that buy him would continue his adventure.
In the meantime, our adventures continue as we pile on back into 'normal life'. We have been back exactly two weeks. On day 3 I was offered work. On day 4 I went to work. Clare too has been to her new work. We have been finding schools for Jasper and Maya, trying to buy a car, and in addition, not only will it be a sad farewell to Hugo, but also a sad farewell to our deeply beloved 'Sunny'.

I just need some support now for my used car deals on the Clements forecourt.
Also apologies for the prolonged quietness on the blog front, we have just been so so ridiculously busy and overrun with one thing and another.
Rest assured all our good friends across and around Europe, please give us time, but we will be in touch. We have some amazing friends here, but also around Europe and in due course we shall be in touch with you all.
Love to all on this slightly sad but momentous occasion as this whole dream slowly begins to close.


Tuesday 3 March 2015

Home

The writing of this post is in a warm comforting home, wood fire burning away, supper had and a glass of local cider fizz being quaffed in an appropriate post bath moment. We have arrived home! This physical joy expressed well by Jasper.


The opening of the front door generally lead to whoops from the children and silence from the adults. In fact the silence fell all around as the children found their rooms and became immersed in dragging all toys out and having a good play. The adults however, wandered around in quite a lost moment. We didn't in fact know what would happen when we walked through the front door. The overwhelming feeling of a) we are home, b) we've done it, c) look at all our stuff, d) it's quite a nice place to live, and e) we have a list of jobs of things we wish to change, is what cultivated the silence. In fact this lasted some time as we wandered around, looking and remembering what felt like a museum of our life. It was all exactly as we had left it 223 days ago. Imagine taking a snapshot of your life and visiting it once again at a later date, being able to be immersed in it. Well that was us!


So now it seems that this adventure really has ended. The next one is always in the making. Hugo needs cleaning up, servicing and then putting up for sale. That will be a sad day that brings almost to completion the loop of what we have done. Getting a job will also be the next thing to do. This will certainly seal the end of this chapter of life. In the meantime, the fizz is flowing down very nicely (thanks Mum), and we raise a glass to everyone who has supported us. We've done it and we've made it home!

(Thanks to Catherine and John next door for the "loan" of some WiFi too. We are not yet connected so that is a great help!)

Monday 2 March 2015

Last journey

Today we leave for Ilminster. It's an odd occasion with many emotions about what life will be. The blog has fallen silent for a while for which we must apologise, but we have been staying with family and friends. A great thanks to all for a super last 10 days or so of beginning to help us drift back into normal lives. We shall in due course catch up with one and all when we are back in Somerset. As it stands now though, today's challenge begins with the M6, muddles onto the M5 and ends with the 'great unpack' at the other end.  The last travelling day, the last journey for Hugo, but not quite the last post!


Goodbye Lancashire!

Saturday 21 February 2015

A different education

Over the last week I have been a visitor at the Freie Waldorf Schule in Hildesheim where Klaus and Renate work. In fact they, along with a handful of others, were the founder members of the school, which is a great testament to their commitment to the Waldorf education system. This commitment is ongoing, and a lot of time and energy is needed in order to provide the best education for the pupils. We have seen the dedication that Klaus and Renate have to their work and it is admirable.

At present I don't have my Waldorf Education or Rudolph Steiner books with me so that I can quote directly, but I know the approach to education is vastly different to that that my children have experienced in the mainstream state English education system. Not only are the philosophies of Steiner different, the principles behind learning, the styles of teaching, and so on, but the "look and feel" of the school is different due to the emphasis on natural forms being used where possible. The building has a creative buzz which is evident from the outside.

Inside, pastel shades of paint are mottled on the walls, and large bright garish displays don't exist in corridors: wooden framed cabinets containing examples of handicraft work are on display as an affirmation of common aims achieved. The wooden doors and ceilings make the school feel "homely" and welcoming. Classrooms have a simple wipe clean floor and in the lower classes of the school, beautiful wooden benches replace chairs and tables. Children change footwear in the classroom and wear soft comfortable slip on white shoes (similar to ballet shoes). Chalk boards are used sparingly, and the children have a supply of wax crayons and plain paper exercise books in their bags. This is the basic toolkit in the classroom. 

I visited the school every morning and on every occasion was welcomed and greeted like an old friend. The class teachers of Classes 1-4 were more than expert at their job and for me, it was a pleasure to be back in a classroom, and also observe another teacher. What I was most interested in was the way in which the children learnt, and for me, it was a revalation to see children actively involved in their learning where the only stimulus was the teacher retelling a story. No Big Book, no posters, no interactive whiteboard, no alphabet, no number line. Just a warm, friendly room, like a extension of the home, where the teacher facilitates the learning for the pupils, the pupils care for her/him and each other and everyone is safe and secure.

As the approach is so very different from how I am used to working and from what I am used to observing in English schools, what have I learnt from my visits? I know that I want to teach (still!) even after some time out of teaching. I have seen first hand how children of all ages can acquire skills over a period of time due to a repetitive nature of work. I have witnessed the delight on a child's face when they have made a sound for the first time on a musical instrument. I have been in awe at the amount of English a 7 year old German child knows...it's far more than my English children know of French! And I have seen children respond to a calm relaxed ethos as opposed to the humdrum of English school life which is run with a timetable and an expectation that lessons must have outcomes, and levels MUST be achieved at every step of the way and not when a child is emotionally and developmentally ready. I've questioned WHY we do this to our children in England. We are no better in the education stakes than Germany. 

What can I do with my new found knowledge? Well, I know how I would like to organise a classroom, what style of chairs and tables would help the posture of the children, what I would and would not display on the walls, what lessons would be important and what I would let slip by the wayside so to speak, and even how I expect the children to sit and take note. Plain books allow more creativity, the use of the primary colours means the children are able to mix and match colours with accuracy. Paints too are light and watery and not ready mixed, and handiwork focuses on traditional crafts such as making wool, knitting, sewing, woodwork. 

And the main thing that I would happily live without...the interactive whiteboard!


(With most grateful thanks to Klaus and Renate Föppl and the teachers at the Freie Waldorf Schule, Hildesheim)

Enjoying stereotypes - Part 2

Britain 
Wet
Grey
Traffic jams
Parking ticket - thanks for the welcome back Britain! Grrrrr


That's what has welcomed us back, an archetypal day in Britain! At least we can laugh and enjoy our own stereotypes. Well done Britain, we haven't seen rain for 46 days, and we emerge from the tunnel and slowly the rain closed its net. Good to be back.

The €3.75 post

The wallet has been cleared out now as we sit here in Radnage England. The result is pleasing as we don't have much spare cash floating about, just the €3.75. But sitting here now, I have just completed today's diary entry and just pondered 'Did it all happen?'
I'm not sure how the Beale family felt upon their return after a prolonged absence from the country with their children, but there is a real feeling of 'Did it all happen?' It feels now like it has never happened, a curious blend of dream and reality. I suppose if you have a go at living 'the dream', at some point you wake up and remember only bits of it. That's what it feels like now. Eurotunnel acted like a switch, and I'm guessing the British idiosyncrasies we have already come across also do their part. 
So this €3.75 has a poignancy for us for this moment. It's a reminder that we have done this, as well as a reminder of the fact that we don't have much money left. We shall have the opportunity to relive this a few times with anyone who cares to listen. In the meantime, bring on the next adventure?