A cacophony of silence

The purpose of this blog is to try and document the experience of living in a caravan. When me and Jodes decided we would do this, i spent a bit of time googling to find other peoples experiences, and found that there weren't many other people who had put their stories online.

So, as well as to document my (our) experiences, hopefully, someone else thinking of doing the same thing will be able to use this blog.
We decided to move into a flat above a loud music venue, sharing with three lads, who all worked in the venue. We needed to save money to buy our van, and get used to living in a smaller space together. The three months living there is a story in itself. This is about the move from a loud venue, on a busy ring road, to a almost silent site surrounded by woodland.

So...Silence.

The first night we arrived (Friday March 6th) we were put on a holding pitch in our campervan. Our caravan pitch would be opened tomorrow and we would move there when our van arrived.

We did our business on the office and parked up the camper, and usual routines, cup of tea and a stretch of the legs. After a meal at the local, and a few shandies, we came back full of excitement for our new life, and desperate to get properly pitched up and settle in.

We had a nightcap and pondered our future, surrounded by nature and the sound of silence!

It was almost deafening, the complete lack of any noise. It allowed my mind to enter another place that wasn't influenced by other sounds. A strange place, and it took a bit of getting used to, but also a wonderful contemplative state, and one, I knew already I would really enjoy.

Through the night, the silence kept waking me. It seemed unnatural, yet so natural.

I enjoyed the silence until about 8am, when the warden showed some new arrivals onto the pitch next door. We started the day early, and went for a good stroll around this beautiful place.

So quiet, so peaceful, so exciting!