Cars and Gates!
We have just purchased a second car; having been (mainly) travelling over the last five-and-a-half years, my O.H. and I have only had the use of one car between us – which hasn’t always been easy.
The thing is, we no longer have a main car, so is our second car really a second car?? I’ve no idea any more…
Oh my life, things don’t run particularly smoothly in my world but…worse things happen at sea, and I’m pretty flexible, thank goodness.
This is how we happened to buy a second car and lose our main car at the same time…
A couple of weeks ago I was driving home from a trail run when I noticed the oil light had come on; within minutes the car had lost all power and came to a complete halt. Luckily, I managed to steer the car into a side road and up onto the kerb. Although it appeared (to those who stopped to offer help – lovely people) that I had crashed the car, I hadn’t…and I was perfectly fine – if a little cold after running over wet grass and ending up with wet feet.
To cut a (very) long story short, the car was pronounced ‘unfixable’ as the engine had seized – and the cost of a new engine would be ridiculously expensive for a ten-year old car.
We soon realised it would cost us around seventeen-thousand-pounds (say it quickly or it’s scary) to replace the car with a similar vehicle so decided to buy a (much cheaper) second car instead while we contemplate when, how, and what, to do about our main car.
We need a ‘main’ car to be a great tow-vehicle, which is necessary for our adventuring lifestyle, but other demands on our money have to be taken into consideration too.
Moving swiftly onto the other subject in this blog-title don’t you just love a gate? As I was driving along a main road today, where most houses are virtually situated bang on the pavement, I spotted a guy opening a small gate which led into a small front garden…it took me back to my childhood, where each house in the road that we lived in had a gate leading into a lawned front garden.
I was instantly transported into the past; playing ‘What’s the time Mr Wolf’ as a seven-year old, posing for photo’s in my late teenage years, watching my Dad as he tended the plants and mowed the lawn – all of these activities happened in our gated front garden.
I am fortunate enough to have a gate into the garden of my current home and I love shutting the gate. It gives me a feeling of privacy, of security…and of comfort. In essence, a garden gate makes me feel ‘at home’. Home is one of the most important things in life – whether I am living in a brick-built house, a boat or our caravan – ‘home’ conjures a sense of belonging and a sense of warmth and comfort.
That garden gate made me realise how lucky I am: not everyone has a home, let alone a gate. If you have a ‘home’ take a minute to think about how lucky you are…there are so many people around the world who would give their right arm to have a place to call home.