I
was born to roam. My father was in the "Signals" in the R.A.F. and
I travelled extensively with the family until leaving school and
home in 1960. Those early years of flitting from one R.A.F. base to another,
which included postings abroad to Colombo and Singapore, only served to
feed my interest in travel. Looking back now, it seems only natural that
I should have chosen a career in telecommunications and joined the foreign
service staff of a British Company. Here my interest was satisfied for
a further 21 years until that fateful day in Mauritius in 1981 when my
wifes horse riding accident forced a premature return to the UK.
Wendys resulting paraplegia and specialised accommodation needs put an
end to this lifestyle, so we set about putting down some roots in
the UK.
For a time, I was content to satisfy the wanderlust by taking holidays
where ever we could find suitable facilities in the UK. Not quite so glamorous
as the Mount Lavinia Hotel, Sri Lanka of my boyhood or the Whispering Palms
Hotel Mombasa and the many luxury hotels in Mauritius which I had the opportunity
to frequent in later years, but these holidays had a certain freshness
about them, no doubt brought about by a prolonged absence of UK residential
status ! It did not last. Roundabout 1986/87 my thoughts turned to what
lay across the English Channel. Not just a new country where I had never
been before, but a whole continent was waiting to be explored.
Our
experiences of wheelchair travel were growing and, urged on by the
lack of a suntan, we set off for the south of France in 1988 on a camping
holiday. The sort where you drive to your destination and move into a
tent already erected on site. It was cheap and a tent has its plus points
for a wheelchair user. You are at ground level for a start, there are no
internal level changes and if the doorway is too narrow it is simple enough
to pull the canvas open a little further! The days spent camping on this
holiday proved very enjoyable but unfortunately pre-booked overnight stops
in hotels were a disaster. Contrary to research and promises, hotel access
with a wheelchair proved most frustrating and afterwards provoked much
thought and investigation on how best we could travel, at will, on the
continent and elsewhere. The eventual solution was to buy a modified touring
caravan.
Early in 1989, we took delivery of our first caravan, an Abbey Somerset
modified to our design. Travel became almost an every weekend occurrence
in the summer and was only limited by the available time off work. Three
years and 8,000 miles later we traded our first caravan in for an Elddis
Typhoon GTX, a higher specification model incorporating modifications
which experience had shown were more suitable to our needs. These included
a changed layout to give more space and improved heating to meet our winter
caravanning needs. Yes, we do use it all the year round and at the time
of writing this, a long weekend to the February Jorvik Festival in York
was being finalised.
We have found that not only does the caravan provide holidays, it also
is a social tool and can be used for attending weekend gatherings (rallies)
and visiting friends and relatives. It also provides an extra bedroom
on those family occasions when not everyone can be found a place to sleep
in our home. With early retirement in 1995, true "Old Aged
Traveller" status and freedom to roam at last arrived. However, our style
of caravanning changed. Our trips were less frequent but we toured
for longer. In 2001 we exchanged our caravan for a motorhome.
There are very few corners of mainland Britain we have not
visited and in 1996 I fulfilled an ambition to tour around the coast of
Scotland, a four week journey of 1700 miles. Our trips to the continent have
taken us to France, Spain, Gibraltar, Portugal, Austria, Luxembourg, Germany,
The Netherlands, Switzerland, Belgium, Denmark, Norway, Slovenia, Croatia, Czechia and Italy,
some places more than once. In 2010 we made our first trip to Africa, joining an
escorted tour of Morocco. There are just as many countries
we have yet to visit and still countless corners to explore in those we
already have. |