#fromrusttoroadtrip

[tilldeathdousart]

[fromrusttoroadtrip]

Snapshots from our van.

One of the tiniest storage areas in our van is the place where we keep our toothbrushes and toiletries. It was made by a happy accident, where two pieces of cladding overlapped, and it’s turned out to be one of the most useful things we have in our tiny home.

Follow the hashtag #Fromrusttoroadtrip to follow our van conversion project and our travels around Europe! 🌍 

[vanlifers]

👈@fromrusttoroadtrip "There's no finer view than watching the sun set behind Mount Olympus, turning the sea gold and purple, with a cool ocean breeze drying a fresh load of clean washing.⠀ ⠀ We love getting messages from aspiring vanlifers, and the number one question we get asked is: How do you guys afford to travel?⠀ Well we wanted to give you a detailed answer so we've written a short article explaining our budget, our work and our travel ethos. So if you'd like to know a little bit more about vanlife on a budget you can check it out over on our website - link in bio⠀👆🙌 ⠀ ⠀ #Follow the hashtag #Fromrusttoroadtrip to follow our van conversion project and our travels around Europe! 🌍" ⠀ #Folkgood #Greece #Homeiswhereyouparkit #Mountains #Mountolympus #Optoutside #Outboundliving #Projectvanlife #Reformlife #Roadtrip #Sheexplores #Sunset #Takemoreadventures #Travel #Travelling #Travelinladies #Van #Vanlife #Vanlifers #Vanlifediaries #Vanlifemovement #Vanlifejournal #Vanlifemagazine #Wanderlust #Welivetoexplore #Wildernesslifestyle #Wildcamping #Womencrushwednesday

[naturalswimmingspirit]

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Another complete lap around the sun, and this is how I celebrated. Locked down, grounded, yet utterly free and liberated.⁣⁠⠀

Wild swimming was one of the few luxuries of freedom afforded to us over the lockdown, so I embraced it.⁣⁠⠀⁣⁠⠀

The water, gorgeously cool in the summer, bit and stung at my flesh as I eased myself in. The level was higher than usual after such heavy rains that it lapped at the grassy slope down and covered the quag trees below.⁣⁠⠀⁣⁠⠀

Those same heavy rains had turned the pleasant walk to our favourite swimhole into a treacherous bog of sticky mud, which I’d plucked my way through barefoot as Ben sloshed across in his boots. Nothing would deter us; our reward at the end was total, blissful isolation.⁣⁠⠀

I managed just a few strokes, pushing out into the icy lake while focussing on the serene view across the water and trying to control my breathing.⁣⁠⠀⁣⁠⠀

I was sad to have lost my cold water tolerance after so many months on dry land, but the endless views soothed my anxieties and calmed my mind.⁣⁠⠀

After a while, you don’t really feel the cold; it’s numbing, biting, tingling and exhilarating all at once, but it is not in the least unpleasant. The fear of the unknown depths below is thrilling, but the sense of aloneness and oneness with the wild is even more so.⁣⁠⠀

I swam for all of a few minutes before I bailed out, to be greeted by Ben who wrapped a dry towel around my shoulders and I dried off, shivering and proud.⁣⁠⠀

I never imagined this is how I’d be spending my birthday in 2021, but nothing this past year could be considered normal, so we embrace and adapt as we humans know so well how to do. Who knows where we’ll be next year?⁣⁠⠀⁣⁠��

{My birthday was last month so please spare the kind messages, it just took me a while to work up the courage to post this image 💙}⠀

[van-crush]

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[freshleadprovider]

Platform migration- will it affect Search Engine Rankings?

Hi all, we are just in the process of migrating our website onto a new platform and wanted to ask about Search Engine Rankings. We were previously on Wix but are now moving to Squarespace, but completely rebuilding the website from the ground up and only copying across a few articles and blog posts we really want, so basically an entirely new website with the same domain name. Some of the pages on our old website are now doing quite well in Search Engine Rankings but as we are copying these over to the new site and the old one will only be available under Wix's default domain now I wondered if there was a way to prevent our SEO from taking a dive bomb? Is there a way to boost our rankings on the new site or is it literally starting from zero? (Think I read something about robots.txt and XML sitemaps online but it's a bit confusing to me as the index of pages won't be the same after migrating). ​ Thanks for all the help! Sorry my SEO knowledge is only quite basic at this point. submitted by /u/FromRustToRoadtrip [link] [comments] https://www.reddit.com/r/SEO/comments/m45an7/platform_migration_will_it_affect_search_engine/

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[fromrusttoroadtrip]

I once heard that to enjoy the wild, sometimes you must succumb to boredom, and it’s kind of true. In a contemporary society, so full of distractions replacing actions, boredom can seem like a radical thing.⁣⁣⁠

5 minutes spare? Check your phone. Waiting for the bus? Check your phone. Having a lie in? Can’t sleep? Bored? Check your phone.⁣⁣⁠⠀

Never for one moment in this technologically enhanced culture do we need to suffer boredom when there’s a million things to do at the flick of a screen, yet these things serve no purpose other than to pass time. They have no meaning, they create no lasting memories, challenge or stimulate us. Often we don’t notice the voices in our phone screens, billions of them chiming in at once, how loud they call until we shut them off.⁣⁣⁠⠀

Silence.⁣⁣⁠⠀

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Our nights camping in the valleys of North Wales were a deliberate motion to disconnect ourselves for a few days; without even a lick of signal we were forced to make our own fun.⁣⁣⁠⠀

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Camping in the wilds of Snowdonia with nothing but a tent and a car to hold our supplies forced us to live deliberately, in a way that not even our van enables us to. For the bare minimum of comfort there’s the arduous process of setting up a tent, inflating a mattress, collecting firewood, coaxing a fire into life and preparing a meal on its white hot coals. By the time all this is done, and we’ve spent the best part of an afternoon seeking out a camp spot, there’s little else we want to do than fall into bed beneath the stars and soak in the absolute silence around us.⁣⁣⁠

Without the temptations of TV, or the endless scroll of social media at our fingertips our thoughts can breathe, and by physically distancing ourselves from our problems for a while we can gain a deeper perspective. The picturesque valleys of North Wales, crowded with flocks of sheep and little else, offered us the one thing we’ve been lacking these past months: solitude.⁣⁠

[van-crush]

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[anglaiserox]

Navigating the French coast with nothing but a map, a compass and a van.

[fromrusttoroadtrip]

Brewing up Turkish coffee in the Welsh mountains on a stormy day- the perfect antidote to a sleepless night.

⁣⁣Perhaps we should’ve expected the  inevitably wet British weather on our camping trip to Snowdonia, but not knowing what to expect was all part of the fun. We’d spent a rather long time trying to find a suitable camp spot that day, eventually settling in a small, untouched patch of pine forest that had not yet been logged unlike its surroundings.⁣⁣

We busied ourselves pitching the tent, lighting a fire and preparing some dinner, and it was only once we had just finished setting up camp that the heavens opened. As our campsite quickly flooded with rain and the fire crackled and hissed, struggling to stay alight, Ben and I frantically began lashing a tarp to the surrounding trees, cutting pieces of cord with an old hunting knife and tying them to whatever branches we could find as rain streamed down our faces and up my sleeves.⁣⁣

You’d think this would’ve been the last straw at the end of a challenging day, but somehow as we sat eating fajitas in the car by the light of the fire that glowed beneath our newly constructed shelter, we caught eachother’s eyes and couldn’t stop giggling. Sure we were wet and cold, our tent was damp and our socks were soaked, but we were having fun nonetheless. We were out here alone, not another human in sight, just battling with the elements and keeping each other company.⁣⁣

The fondest memories we make aren’t always of the best times, and even the best-laid plans often go awry, but we embrace every moment of freedom we can find. Where adventure waits, there lies challenge, and we are prepared to follow. ⁣

[fromrusttoroadtrip]

I remember this moment well. Not one week into our third roadtrip, still giddy with the highs of freedom, we had just entered the French Alps. It was our plan to cross the length of the Alps in their 1,200km entirety, a feat we were not sure had been accomplished yet by road.

Except our van was beginning to make some worryingly loud noises as we decelerated down a hill, and we rolled into the town of Briançon with our first bout of breakdown anxiety.

It was here in the confines of a LIDL carpark that we identified a propshaft issue, but, unable to find a French mechanic who was willing to work on a weekend, we pressed on.

We spent a chilly but scenic night at just shy of 2,000m high on the shores of Lac du Mont-Cenis then pushed on toward Italy in the morning. Shortly after crossing the border however, the noise was now a permanent feature and a growing concern, until finally we pulled over and phoned for a recovery truck outside an Italian cafe. We spent five hours here waiting for rescue, drinking espresso, chatting with the locals in my best Italian, then finally succumbing to boredom and heat fatigue as we baked in the sun at the roadside.

After a good long while we were taken down the mountain on the back of a tow truck and it was just like the good old days, as though we’d never left the continent in our (t)rusty LDV. We were offered a hotel and help with the repair bill by our breakdown company, but I insisted we stay with the van. Much to everyone else’s chagrin we three spent a cold, miserable night confined to our quarters in the garage courtyard, dreaming of the hot shower and comfy bed we could’ve had.

But I knew I was right in my decision, and if three years of travelling thus far had taught me anything it was this: the van was our comfort, our safety, our home. When she stops we stop, and where she goes we go.

~ This image was created as part of our “Transient” travelogue project. ~ Stepping away from the Instagram frivolities and fakery, “Transient” serves as a close and intimate portrayal of our lives in an attempt to remove the romanticism of travel and capture a raw and honest self-documentary inspired by the images and stories of the new age travellers of 1980’s Britain.You can view the full project and others over on our website lbjournals.com.

[fromrusttoroadtrip]

Sometimes we just need to disconnect for a while; distance ourselves from the humdrum of life and regain clarity.⁣⁣⁠⠀

A few weeks ago I surprised Ben with a trip to Snowdonia for his birthday. Although we’ve driven extensively across Europe in our van, we’ve never taken the time to explore much on our home island, and Snowdonia was a place we’d always wanted to see.⁣⁣⁠⠀

A six hour drive used to seem like a long way to us, but now as the miles are racking up under our belts the world is starting to seem smaller, and Wales suddenly didn’t seem that far away.⁣⁣⁠⠀

This time however we opted to ditch the van, and take our five day stint away back to basics. We loaded up the car with sleeping bags, tent, walking boots, axe, coal, a tarpaulin- not that at this point we knew just how much we’d need one.⁣⁣⁠⠀

We hit the road and immediately our shoulders felt lighter as the burden of routine was lifted. ⁣⁣⁠⠀

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When we were still in uni, I used to drive us all over Cornwall in my little, clapped-out old Polo. We’d set up camp on the cliffs, on the sands of an empty beach, or camp in the car if somebody forgot to pack the tent poles. We’d stay up til sunrise talking around the fire, in awe of the crashing waves below and the distant lights of ships on the horizon hovering above coastal fog.⁣⁣⁠ After a couple hours sleep at most we’d pack up our wind-flattened tent as walkers passed by and laughed, and drag ourselves into the nearest public toilets for a wash.⁣⁣⁠⠀

It’s these kind of memories- haphazard, spontaneous and wonderfully simplistic that we look back on fondly, and it’s these days that inspired us to undertake an equally haphazard trip to Wales with nothing but ourselves, an old, crumpled road atlas and a car full of camping gear. We left in search of peace, in search of isolation and beautiful corners of this island, and boy did we find them.⁣⁣⁠⠀

Story continues on Sunday!⁠⠀

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