Our Travel blog
We were looking forward to today with a mixture of anticipation and worry. We had to move our cats from their current lodgings to a new place nestled in the leafy hills near Orpington in Kent, close to the wonderfully named Pratts Bottom.
Having picked them up we brought them back to Alison's parents house where the cats were most affectionate and seemed pleased to see us. We spent a while in the van with them, helped around the house with some chores, got fed and in the early afternoon said fond farewells. It was a relaxing and welcoming stay with Ali's folks and we gave them a solid 4.5 out of 5 on Trip Advisor.
The less said about the journey to Kent the better. The cats settled after a while - I sat in the back with Mojo on my lap most of the way, from where she occasionally tried to attack passing lorries through the window. Leo found a safe haven from where he let forth the odd ear shattering meow of reproach. The final stage of the journey to the cattery meant going past a school where the 4X4's were double parked in a bid to prevent any of the precious offspring having to walk further than the school gates. They looked affronted that anyone not collecting an overprotected little darling from school should use their roads. Gits. Once passed we took to even quieter lanes of dense hedgerows and majestic ancient trees, fortunately meeting just one car coming the other way, necessitating some deft reversing to let them pass.
The cattery was friendly and welcoming. Mojo got straight down to intimidating the owner's chickens and Leo stretched out in his box and settled down. It was hard leaving them again and we have had to resign ourselves to the fact that our chosen lifestyle has consequences. We always knew the cats would be difficult. They were fostered for a while and then went into a cattery. We did some soul searching when the fostering came to an end and seriously considered settling down somewhere, but in our hearts we knew we'd be unhappy. We also know that the day will come when we have to decide once and for all if we need to find new, permanent homes for them. If we settle of course it will be somewhere that they can move in with us but it would be unfair to subject them to prolonged bouts of confinement if we choose a nomadic life.
But for now we left them looking reasonably content and struck off for our pitch for two nights near Merstham (the posh bit of Redhill) where we plan to traipse into Old London Town to meet James and Juliet tomorrow. The journey was fine except for our Sat Nav choosing a route through Caterham for no other reason than its probably sponsored by the Caterham Tourist Board. Looking at Caterham, and we've now seen quite a bit of it, it does appear to need the help.
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