Thursday, 16 May 2013

Celles – Village Abandonné

Photographs from a photo-walk around Celles, an abandoned village near Montpellier.  Next to the village is a manmade lake with another village that is submerged completely!  Everyone had to leave Celles too, as it became too flooded to live.  It's now a very eerie photo spot!celles 2celles 3cellescelles 4celles 6celles 5 celles 7 celles 8

Wednesday, 15 May 2013

On the road again…

Hey Monstres, how do? 
I’m on the road again and it feels great.  I’m putting my shop on holiday mode, as I am on walkabout and not carrying my new collection with me.  Below is what’s in the shop, and if there’s anything you like the look of, fire me a message and I can reserve or make one for you towards the end of summer.  I also have a Je Suis Une Monstre website in the making, being designed for me by a friend.  Looking forward to opening night and sharing it with you!  I checked my stats a couple of days ago, and was bowled over to have had over 300 hits per day (a top record!).  Turns out that my favourite ever writer Tammy Strobel had shared a link to my article about leaving Pikey Park.  I can’t tell you what an honour it is to have a writer that you admire not only check out your stuff, but share it with their world too.  Merci mille fois, Tammy. X

ETSY SHOP May 2013
Before I started this blog and before ever coming to Meribel, I took myself off on a solo voyage around France, learning French and how to live simply and self-sufficiently.  Using sites like Couchsurfing and Help X, I was able to stay with people who started off as strangers and soon became great friends (one of whom has become such a close friend that I went to her wedding last week!  Congratulations my Jenny Jenn!).  Everything that I learnt on that trip stuck with me, and was certainly the most interesting and valuable learning I have done so far in my life.  I’ve been dreaming of that way of life, of adventures, learning, exploring other places where people live in alternative ways.  So this May is my month of solo voyages, speaking in other languages, writing, photographing and investigating. 

I left Meribel and spend a super week in the countryside near Montpellier with my friends Alexia and Laura.  We stayed with Alexia’s family, and spoke only French for a whole week.  It was so good for me!  Even watching crap on TV meant that French language was going into my brain, and it was really cool hanging out with the girls, after a busy winter season working together in Meribel.  We went on a couple of photo-walks: one to an abandoned village called Celles; and another around the hills, looking down on a beautiful lake on the other side of Celles.

celles Celles – Village Abandonné
My main dream to be realised since the last time I travelled like this, five years ago, was to go and live in a yurt, learn more about growing vegetables and learning Spanish.  So I typed my requirements into Help X, fired off some messages, and got an invitation from Ines in Asturias to go and live with their community of six people who live in yurts and live off the land.  Perfecto!
My only dilemma was how to get from Montpellier to Oviedo in Spain.  There are trains that do that journey, but they take all day; are very expensive; and don’t match up with the bus timetable to take me on to the yurt village.  I spent all of an evening trying to figure out what to do – searching for ride shares on BlaBlaCar and finally found two rides: one that could take me from Montpellier to Bayonne on Friday, and another that could take me from Bayonne to Oviedo on the Monday after the weekend.  Perhaps I could find some cool people to spend the weekend with on Couchsurfing…so I sent another round of messages...

28 messages later and still no response, I was starting to wonder if this was all becoming more hassle than it was worth, and what on earth was I going to do?!  I realised it was late, and that was why I had no replies, so I went to bed and picked up Bird by Bird to read.  I came upon these words:
“The Gulf Stream will flow through a straw provided the straw is aligned to the Gulf Stream and not at cross purposes with it.”

After all, haven’t you noticed that when you are travelling, the universe has a funny was of conspiring to make things happen alright for you…

Tuesday, 7 May 2013

Chunky Knitted Cowl Collection 2013

I am proud to present to you all Je Suis Une Monstre’s Chunky Knitted Cowl Collection 2013.  All Chunky Knitted Cowls are 100% designed and knitted by my own fair hands; they’re made from the softest, squishiest mohair & wool blend; they are all made from hand-dyed, hand-spun yarn that is full of sequins, glitter, flowers and other magical surprises!  They are perfect for fresh spring days and cooler evenings; and are guaranteed to keep you as snug-as-a-bug-in-a-rug!  Merci mille fois to Rachel for lending her neck and photographic skills, to bring you these photographs, and for a really fun day out exploring Conflans, a medieval village in the Alps!  (Click on the photo to take you to the shop).
emerald green 2sugar magnoliastardust garland bubblegum twistGraffiti Hoop-laPlus one very sexy new Hoop-la Scarf in “Graffiti”. 
You can see my previous posts about these Cowls as works-in-progress when they were but balls of yarn; when the yarn made it snow; and Crafternoon.

Monday, 6 May 2013

So Long, Pikey Park…

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Salut Monstres, It’s been a while since I wrote, so you may not have seen the final days of Pikey Park. 
We did a lot of International Relations and really got to know our French van-dwelling neighbours.  They’re all really cool.  We all wish we’d done it months ago, but better late than never.
The last day of snowboarding happened.  (It was glorious!)
The lifts shut.  It rained.  It hailed.  It snowed.  The sun shone through at last, at long last!  The winter season is officially over, Aslan arrived and chased the White Witch away: spring is here.
Our French neighbours fired up their trucks and rolled off into the sunset, pumping out some serious smoke and hard-tech beats from their homes on wheels.  Like gigantic snails, moving ever-so-slowly with their homes on their backs.
   we used to live here
Us lot were the first ones in and the last ones out.  We love Pikey Park!  We cleaned out our vans and battened down the hatches.  A lot of jump starting and motor repair went on, but we all got there in the end (of course!).  Physically, all that’s left of Pikey Park is 18 concrete posts, with 17 empty gaps in between where our vans used to be.  When you look at the space between the posts, you can’t  believe how small the spaces were that we lived in.  Yeah, we survived the winter in our vans!  (And yes, we were beautifully warm the whole time, thank you for asking!).
 TOBY!
Pikey empty Park
my darling Peggy
It’s hard to believe that so much energy, life, creation, happiness (and a respectable lack of soap opera drama) happened in those tiny gaps.  But it did, and these past six months have surely been the best of all my life.  Spiritually, Pikey Park has left an impression on my heart, not necessarily as having to be a place; but as a way of being.  The Pikey Family that I have had the absolute honour of sharing my life with, have made this a winter that has changed and confirmed the way I think about things; the beautiful ways I think life should (and can!) be led.  About warmth, creativity, community, FUN and not giving too much of a shit about the things that don’t really matter anyway. 
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All that remains of space number 13 is my rucksack with all my worldly possessions, packed up and ready to go on their next adventure.  I am becoming a different sort of snail for the next few weeks – one that doesn’t even have its wheels beneath to carry it along.  The next adventure is nigh, and I am saying goodbye to everything I’ve known this winter: my friends, my love, my tiny little home; the mountains.  Toby and I are travelling in different directions for a few weeks, to live the dream in different ways: he is going to the UK to get face deep in screen and do lots of music amazements; I am heading south, first to Montpellier and then onwards to Spain…..to write, photograph, wrap my tongue round different languages!  And then in just a couple of weeks’ time, we’ll be re-united when I head to the UK for the first time in a year, to see friends, family, and explore my own beautiful country.
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So long Pikey Park, and thanks for all the fish!

Sunday, 7 April 2013

Pikey Park Park: Rail Jam

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Back in February, our friends Chris and Laura rocked up in their van and came to stay in Pikey Park for a couple of weeks.  They’d headed here straight from their adventures in Morocco, where they surfed, travelled, met amazing people and lived in their van.  There were no spots in the Park, so they had to park up on the other side of the car park.  They had no electricity, and their van was designed for the warmer climate of Morocco.  We lent them our generator, and they just got on with it.  They are hard as nails!  We thought we had it pretty basic with having to walk to the toilet and shower blocks, but Laura was brushing her teeth and making tea with snow from outside!
After months of travelling, they didn’t have enough money to buy a lift pass, so in true DIY spirit, we made our own fun.  Chris dug out the pipe that we’d been hoarding all winter, and built a little rail jam for us, that we sessioned all afternoon.  I am shit-scared of boxes, rails and other things that want to break me, but when you’re with your friends and they are so encouraging and inspiring, it’s amazing what you can conquer…
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Rail jam photos by Laura

Whenever I need a little visualisation to help me get brave about new things I’m trying to learn, I think about this day, and how it felt to be board sliding a rail for the first times. 

Sunday, 31 March 2013

Fruit Salad Snood in Progress

That massive ball of wool that I started working on aaaaaaaaages ago has started to diminish as the new cowl begins to grow.  I’ve noticed that even though I’ve stripped back all my projects to the only the ones that I really want to do; there are still massive gaps in between them getting started and getting finished (if that ever happens).  I blog infrequently, and I STILL haven’t photographed my latest cowl collection and listed it in my etsy shop.  Time sure flies when you’re having fun :) XXX
fruit salad scarf knitting fruit salad scarf knitting 2

Friday, 29 March 2013

Frequently Asked Questions about Pikey Park

I get a LOT of questions about living in Pikey Park.  In the style of fellow tiny house dwellers, Click Clack Gorilla and Tammy Strobel, I thought I’d compile some answers to the frequently asked questions I receive.  Think of it as a little interview with myself :)
pikey par snowboard
What is Pikey Park, where is it and how come it exists?
Pikey Park is the unofficial name we fondly give to the place that we call home sweet home.  It’s on one side of a big car park in the ski resort of Meribel that has been officially allocated to van dwellers.  It’s supported and provided by the police municipal.  It’s an intentional community of people who choose to live in vans, who are fairly self-sufficient and who choose to live an alternative lifestyle, far from the madding crowds of Meribel as a ski resort.  There are spaces for 17 live-in vehicles and there are about 30 people and 12 dogs living here.  Eight people are from the UK and the rest are French.  The municipal finally conceded that there would always be people coming to Meribel and living in vans, so they provided us with the current Pikey Park with full amenities to tidy up the van dwellers.  Meribel is a really affluent ski resort and one of the most expensive places to live in France; and I guess to protect people from their own fears and judgements about people who live in vans, the police finally gave us a little space of our own to hide us away from them.  And in turn, give us a little sanctuary to live peacefully far from the observations of everyone else.  Plenty of people (who didn’t know that I lived in the park) have assured me what a good idea it was to tidy up the van dwellers, “because quite frankly, there were some real gypsies there”.  If they’d been bothered to meet those people before judging, they’d have found out that some of the most successful, pro-active, creative and interesting people live in those vans.  We are not gypsies in the derogatory sense of the word.  In the positive sense, I suppose we are – people who live in homes on wheels.  But that wasn’t what they meant - they weren’t congratulating us.
backs of vans
Can anyone come and live there?
Yes and no.  There are 17 spaces, and priority is given to those who already live there.  The people who live in the Park are a community of friends who have built their own homes; are willing to share and support each other with absolutely everything; who promise never to behave like dickheads to one another; and who are above all trustworthy and FUN and chilled to be around.  A couple of guys from town came poking their noses round the other day (none of us know them – would you go poking your nose around someone’s house that you didn’t know?)  and announced that they were going to get two spaces – one to live in, and one to rent out a van for the season to make profit.  I can tell you know, they would be chased out with pitchforks and torn to pieces within minutes.  Pikey Park is like one big house and each van is a bedroom.  This is where we live, it’s not a fairground.  It is certainly not a place for people to use as a letting agency; and certainly not a place to have a constant rotation of strangers coming in.  Pikey Park is not (just) a money saving scheme: it is a way of life!  The few guests and honorary pikeys that have moved into the park have been approved by everyone, and it’s a sort of unspoken rule that you have to know someone or be invited to come in.   As Click Clack Gorilla says about her Wagonplatz community; “The fact that wagenplatz dwellings tend to be wheeled leave many English-speakers tempted to translate the term as “trailer park,” though the term rings false in my ears as the trailer parks I have known were not neighborhoods based on common left-leaning political ideas, consensus, mutual aid, and autonomy, but accidental communities brought together by space and not necessarily similarities, much like the traditional off-wheels neighborhood.”  Pikey Park is the same sort of idea.
 axelllllll
The most frequently asked question that we receive:  Isn’t it cold?
No!  Is your house cold?!  When we built the van, Pikey Park didn’t exist, and we never knew that it would, so we designed it to be fully self-sufficient in winter, so it already has a kick-ass Trumatic gas heater.  Each van in Pikey Park has an electric hook-up, so we run two small oil-filled radiators from that, and we also have a halogen heater as a backup for when it’s minus 30 outside.  We never use the gas heater and very rarely use the halogen heater.  In fact, we are beginning to turn off the radiators too, as it is cooking in our vans – even though it’s still in the depths of winter!  One of the oil filled radiators goes under our bed to keep us warm, and doubles up as a drying cupboard: we hang wet towels from the bed slats to dry!  We also have a duck down filled duvet and a quilt that I made myself whilst we built the van.  The walls, floors and ceilings are triple insulated and finished with ply wood panelling.  We have a thermal windscreen wrap to stop heat escaping through the cab.  Each of the three windows in the living space has a thermal blackout blind. 
peg in snow
What do you do for water and washing?
We built our van with a 300 litre fresh water tank and a fully functioning toilet/ shower room, but we took out the tank to save space and use the wash room as extra storage for hanging coats and snowboarding clothes and boots.  There is a shower block porta-cabin which has a tank of hot water that’s bigger than me; four shower cubicles and two sinks.  It’s a bit like camping, except it’s like a sauna when you step out from the shower, due to another kick-ass radiator in the cabin.  Luscious!  Everybody is expected to tidy up after themselves – squeegee the floor and take out their rubbish – it’s always in pretty good condition.  We use a 10 litre tank to transport water for drinking, cooking, washing up, teeth brushing etc.  Ten litres usually lasts us a good few days!
water tank
And what about toilets?
There is a toilet block with two ladies’ toilets and two monsieurs’ toilets next to the shower block.  It’s about a 50 metre walk from our van, which even in the snow is really not so much of a big deal.  If we’re lucky there is toilet paper provided by the municipal, but otherwise we bring our own.  There is running water in the toilets and the sinks.  Someone from the municipal comes to hose them down and disinfect them every few days, and they are generally always in good condition too.  After all, no one wants to literally shit on their own doorstep.
Internet?
Meribel-Mottaret is covered by a wifi signal (that isn’t the best, and isn’t the worst!).  There are several options for buying internet time.  I buy 50 hours for 50 euros pay-as-you-go internet time.  So far, my first 50 hours have lasted me two months.  It’s really handy for doing all the things I use the internet for: blogging, reading and keeping in touch; but because the internet is not unlimited, it also keeps me from spending too much time online, and instead I go out snowboarding or hang out with my friends.  Or both, at the same time :)
snowboards
How much does it cost?
We pay the municipal police 750 euros per van for the season.  This includes the parking space, electricity, water.  To do our laundry, I save up enough to make it worth going in the huge machine, which is 13 euros a pop but super quick and I can get pretty much everything I own in there!  Drying all that costs about another 6 euros, so you don’t get much change from 20 euros to do the laundry, but considering how little we pay on rent, it’s all a-ok.  Sometimes our kind friends do our washing in their machines at home, but it’s best not to put pressure on them as they’re busy, and we are not total skanks!  Before we had electricity, we ran our gas heater from a gas bottle which lasted about a week when we had it on all the time.  Now we only use electric heaters, our gas bottle has lasted about two months!  This includes making endless cups of tea, cooking, and heating water for washing up.  One 13kg propane bottle costs 25 euros. 
pikey electric
How big is your van and what’s inside it?
Not including the cab, the living area is 2 metres high, 2 metres wide and 4 metres long.  We have a kitchen with a sink and two gas hobs and lots of storage.  There’s a ‘bathroom’ that has shower and toilet facilities, that we don’t use in the winter (but instead use it as a storage room) as there are facilities provided on the park and we don’t want the pipes and tanks to freeze (plus it’s a pain in the arse to get water in and out of the van on a big scale when it’s parked up for 6 months).  We have a living area with two bench seats, that you can seat four people comfortably, and 6 people at a squeeze.  We have a fridge that we use but don’t really need to turn on to keep cold (as we are living on the top of a mountain in the French Alps during winter time!); worktops and loads of cubby holes, drawers and extra storage under the bench seats.  We have a permanent king-size bed above the cab, which is the biggest and comfiest bed I have ever slept in!  The bed is a £300 frame and mattress combo that we bought for £30 on ebay, practically brand new. 
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Who built your van?  How much did it cost?
Toby and I converted the entire thing ourselves about five years ago.  It was definitely the most difficult and most rewarding thing I have ever accomplished.  I still can’t believe we built our own house and survive very comfortably out here against the elements through the winter in the French Alps.   It’s hard to say exactly how much it cost, but here’s a rough breakdown: £900 for the empty van itself.  Then we realised the crook who’d sold it to us had neglected to mention the dead engine, so we had the entire thing replaced.  Thanks to Toby’s Papa being an absolute angel, we managed to get a new engine for about £800 (instead of about £2000).  It took the garage 7 weeks to do it (we weren’t paying much so they weren’t prioritizing us) which meant we missed the winter season we were aiming to head out for.  Now that we weren’t rushing to get out to the snow, we decided that we’d make the living space good enough to last 10 years like the new engine would.  So we set to work!  We bought a caravan for parts and scrapped the rest (which paid us more than the caravan cost!) and then had an interesting journey of buying and selling caravan parts on ebay and at car boot sales, until we could afford and source exactly what we wanted and needed.  A lot of the wood that we used came from skip digging and being resourceful.  A lot of it was free, recycled or upcycled.  In total I’d guess around £5000 and 18 months of our lives.  I dread to think how many £££ were spent on screws, and how many kilos of them are inside the van!
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Are you all a load of benefits-scrounging, tax dodging crusties?
Not at all – quite the opposite.  One of the conditions for having a place in the Park was to have proof of employment.  By making the choice to change our lifestyle and live in a community of tiny homes on wheels, we have practically eliminated the eternal problem of rent, which in turn relieves us from the rat-race of having to work just to pay to live.  Owning our own self-built homes and living in this way allows us to focus our time on doing meaningful work that we enjoy.  As a result, we all actually work really hard, but doing dream jobs.  Amongst the UK community living here, we have 3 musicians (check out a couple of them here and here), one VJ, one artist and two teachers (one of them being me!).  Oh, and we’re all really nice people to boot :) We all have the amazing opportunity to work for ourselves and choose our own hours.  In terms of traditional success i.e. earning money; and in success that we are interested in, i.e levels of happiness; we are very successful in both ways.  I think even our parents get it now, and are proud of us :)
 em and grant
How do you cope living in such a small space when you have so much stuff?!
Toby and I are natural hoarders and see beauty in beautiful objects.  However, we did manage to do an impressive amount of downsizing before moving into the van this winter, and actually found it much easier when we knew the size of the space, and the time-scale looming upon us.  We knew that it would be a nightmare to keep all our stuff that we didn’t use in the van, and the inevitable clutter and stress that it would cause, so we just got rid of all our crap.  We kept a couple of boxes of stuff that we love but wouldn’t use in the winter at a friends’ place, although I’m sure I’ll find it fairly easy to part with it when I next un-box it.  Toby and I have a lot of hobbies: music; craft; reading; writing; snowboarding etc; which in turn brings a fair amount of stuff with it.  We also have to have certain equipment for our jobs.  We took our the seats from our cab and use it to store snowboards and things.  Having no seats in the cab also serves as an anti-theft device (although I think that the wall of ice in front of the van, and the fact it’s an off-putting right hand steering wheel van may also help to keep it put!).  We built the van with an ingenious amount of storage inside, and no space has gone to waste.  Everything has it’s own home, and we spend a little bit of time everyday tidying up and putting things away.  It doesn’t take long, because we don’t have much space, therefore we don’t have much stuff to put away!  We also opt for multi-functional kitchen gadgets, such as nesting bowls and cup stackers.  We each have a kindle, so our entire library can be minimised into a device the size of one little paperback.
cubby holes
Do you ever get any time to yourself?
Yes.  I go snowboarding pretty much everyday and leave Toby to sleep or to potter around the van.  Then I go to teach in the afternoons and he goes to work at night (he is a DJ and musician and part of the brilliant Bubble and Crisp crew), which is when I get time to myself to write and read and knit and do the things I want to do.  We all often hang out at each others’ vans, so there’s usually somewhere else to go if someone needs their own space – it feels a bit like university halls – lots of time hanging out together, but always a place of your own to retreat to when you need some quiet time.  Sometimes Toby and I even get to hang out together in the van – we cook dinner and watch a film or some episodes or chat, or go and hang out with the other Pikeys.  We do truly live in paradise!
i love pikey park
Do you have any more questions about Pikey Park?  From the obvious to the bizarre, I’d love to hear them – please leave your questions in the comments box below and I will write another post to answer extra questions very berry soon!  For now, sending you lots of love from Pikey Park!  XXX