I never want to live in a house ever again with all of its constraints and ties.
The comings and goings of campsite life just can’t be beaten. The sights, the characters, the weird set ups – it’s priceless. Still top of my list is the Topiary Tent with its underfloor lighting, smelly candles and soft music; we have an assortment of odd characters who appear to live here in the most bizarre collection of touring caravans and spend their days drinking cans of beer and fishing (lovely Not), yesterday an old T2 VW Camper arrived containing 2 cycling Grannies and this morning the local Air Corp Training club arrived in their droves. No wonder I’m not missing TV after 5 weeks without. You don’t need lousy, depressing soaps and reality tv when you sit with a cuppa/glass of wine and watch this lot unfold outside your window :o)