You may have wondered what I had been up to for the last couple of weeks, I have been taking my annual holiday, a couple of weeks away from work and all that it entails.
We packed up and headed for North Yorkshire. Those of you who have read Bram Stoker’s Gothic classic Dracula will be familiar with the location, Whitby on the North East cost of England, where the legendary vampire made his landfall in this country. We took warm clothes, books, cameras, sun glasses and plenty of money.
What we left behind was Work, in all its evil incarnations. No cell phone, no diary, no PDA, no tools or spares in the car, just us and our luggage. Sadly the pull of technology proved too great and I did bring my laptop, although I promised myself that it would only be used for uploading photographs from the digital camera for viewing in the evenings.
That is why I am so disappointed to be writing this blog in a small stone cottage on the North York Moors (as can be seen in such riveting TV dramas as "Heartbeat," "The Royal," and "All Creatures Great and Small)" with a log fire blazing in the grate and, out in the darkness on the moor, sheep bleating in the distance.
It is important to get away from work, we all need to step away from the demands of the customer for a while to clear our heads, de-stress and have a little me-time.
My voicemail at work has a very simple message:
“I’m away on holiday until the 24th of September” is all it says.
The days are filled with walks on the moors, poking around in shops, finding great pubs and wondering if my boss wants someone to relocate to this part of the world, where the average house price is around 50% of those in my home county of Dorset. Moving up here would mean buying a bigger place than the one we presently occupy, repaying our mortgage in full and still having change for fun things, like a motorcycle.
Ah well, we can dream.
At least I haven’t spent six hours a day hurrying from one call to another, trying to get round all of them before being beaten by the clock. I’m not dealing with frantic callers, desperate to get their equipment working, whilst trying to fit in site surveys, meetings, training courses and God forbid, even a five-minute lunch break.