This adventure started in October 2018 when I bought a very special lady into my life. A beautiful 1989 Peugeot Hymermobil who told me her name is ‘Gurty’. This comes from a Bristolian expression ‘ Gurt Lush’ meaning brilliant / amazing!
She is a Left Hand drive and was delivered to my door, leaving me with the problem of – how the hell do I drive this??
The previous owners had taken great care of Gurty, having her front seats re-upholstered in Italian leather and new cream covers. For ‘pig-pen’ Clare this needed modifying to my colour schems and palette, that is colour – plenty of and clashing as much as possible. No square edges on me!
Covers duly dyed to lime cream and throws from Thailand were the first change and then I spent the winter making new curtains for her. Much better.
Thanks to the Classic Hymer group, I was able to locate Steve Elliott, Mobile Motorhome & Caravan repairs, in the Bristol area. He came and upgraded her to LPG gas for cooking and heating, installed a new awning, extra charge points for all my tech and, most important, carried out a habitation check. I now became obsessed with gadgets that charge from usb. From powers packs to torches.
The next stage was to get confident driving such a wide left hand drive vehicle. Does my bum look big in this? Absolutely.
With patience and guidance from the fabulous Sharon, we took Gurty out around Cheddar and Chew valley lakes for her first overnighter. Not one squeal from our Shar, just the mantra ‘In the gutter, in the gutter’ plus advice from Classic Hymerists to use the end of the driver windscreen wiper gauge the correct road position.
Notice handed in at work, emptying of house and getting ready to head off to Glastonbury Fair. After 25 years in the Corporate world it was no wrench leaving, more fear and excitment at what lay ahead.
One of the hardest parts was deciding what to pack in Gurty and what to leave behind. Which of my crystals should I take? What books to read and how will I fit it all in? In the end there was much stuffing of cupboards of useless stuff, that I didn’t know what else to do with and the rest distributed amongst friends and family.
Above shows a small selection of ‘my precious’ that made it. Including such delights as my ‘World’s Best Scotch Egg’ trophy, a chicken ceramic I made, Elephant bum from my visit to Thailand and the Rose quartz that threw itself out of the pot onto the floor one night – obviously!
First stop Glastonbury where I had signed up as a volunteer steward with Oxfam. Secure camping, on-site catering and clean toilets and showers, as well as the opportunity of meeting people from all walks of life and ages.
I can’t recommend highly enough volunteering as a way of having the best festival experience ever, and the money you would have earned is donated to Oxfam, a win-win situation.
After Glastonbury it was one holiday after another, this time working and volunteering for the fabulous MyCauseUK. They are a Bristol based organisation run by the inspiring Rob. They have similar set-up to Oxfam, but the beauty is you can donate your earning to a charity of your choice. The charity of my choice is Penny Brohn.
After emotional farewells to friends and family and reassurances this WONT be the last time I see them, its time to head to Plymouth for overnight ferry to Roscoff.
The sailing was smooth as the floor gently swayed in the night. A couple of GnT’s, to celebrate getting this far, ensured I fell asleep pretty quickly. My biggest concern was when visiting the toilet in the night, trying to find my way back to where me and Sharon were lying and not cuddle up to some stranger!